Moonspear for lack of a better name,

she blinked, and hydra's scent filled her nostrils.

jarilo was out there, somewhere, among the hunters vying for the blood of the cat. kukutux still had not seen their demon-quarry, but the reek was like that she had scented when she saw arcturus during last moon. an evil thing. a wicked thing. the girl gathered her too-new children close to her bosom, glancing shyly toward aakauraga.

the woman was alert, her dark eyes settling on the younger wife. kukutux glanced upward with a grateful half-smile, one that faded as she turned back to her little ones, and then turned her gaze toward the wild, darkened world from which her husband might not return.