Moonspear Is there a spirit that spits upon the exit of signs.

desdemona did not immediately answer. the grey woman she did not yet know had come back, seemingly with a meal for revui. she watched with some anxiousness as the she-wolf drew closer. for reasons unexplored, kukutux felt protective over the man into which she had poured her healing, though she knew he would not ever walk among them again.

for that reason, a low ache to her chest, the duck offered a swift, sunless smile to the pair of silent wolfesses. "i go now. please, call to me if ..." if his fever worsened. if he worsened, somehow, in another way, though kukutux did not think that she would be suitable for that. if her name went unmentioned, the snow-wife would turn aside, heading back to her ulaq in contemplation.