Moonspear be mine

He blended best with this territory in Autumns splendor. The browns, the vivid oranges, the paler nudes... the world was aflame around him, dying, and he its source of life. They two had fared well in the days of the deluge, but she thought of times so long before this. A time before either of them stood where they did now, a time before children and before love. 

Love. The word surprised her, and the feeling too, as she looked upon Dirge. Indeed, she loved him. Had she ever told him that? 

She strode toward him, nose low to the earth as she drawled, anything interesting? with a lash of her plume. She had not detected the scent of predator, at least, so it could not be that. She drew closer to sniff alongside him at the scat he had discovered to see for herself, too, what was in their midst.