Duck Lake May Starclan light your path.

very sad, indeed. but snowskip had yet to pass the travails of the blackbird. merrick had learned the vengeful nature of his beloved wraith; he was loathe to bring another woman into her encampment without permission.
but his mind spun yarn and yarn and ribboned-edge
a gift a gift
what his blackfeathered sweetling made of that, he did not know, only that he was eager to atone, and happy to accompany snowskip into the throat of the bear itself.