Moonspear ilannak ⊕

A vast and violent tide swelling up, forming a beast of many legs and heads and eyes, sweeping over toothed stone to reach for him, a tongue; wine-dark, greedily pernicious—

A snort, and he's awake. The smell of the trout hangs in the air and fills his lungs. It smells fresh and clean, and besides that there is the warm autumnal smell of Kukutux. The giant stirs. Blinks sleep from his eyes. Her presence dawns on him and he watches her with a flicker of longing in his gaze before he remembers where he is - and the look sours with gloom. An ache.

Revui clears his throat and shuffles his body, feeling tension where the earth has served him as a hard bed. Not knowing what to say, he sits there and lets his attention drift to the fish, his mouth filling with saliva, ignoring the hunger in his belly - he cannot trust it is the food that he hungers for.