Moonspear you're not a romantic.

<3

scarcely believing what it was desdemona said, kukutux' expression paled and she chanced a nearer step, glancing around the woman's well-muscled shoulder. the yellowed sockets of a wolf looked back, and the duck gave a little cry of shock, darting away.

"aglignaktuk!" kukutux hissed beneath her breath, jadestone eyes boring toward desdemona. "it is a disturbed ancestor! we must feed its spirit and find its bones, or else the ghost will remain in moonspear until it has found a body to take."