Moonspear you're not a romantic.

a blink. "why?" any other time, kukutux might have been far less direct, far more polite. but this was not the first time she had been stunned by a statement. there were no men to hear them. she crept closer, refusing to look at the wolf-skull as she trained her worried jade eyes upon desdemona, awaiting the woman's answer.

she was grateful that the huntress had simply not argued over the sacred bones, but now a new sort of trepidation was rising.