Moonspear ilannak ⊕

i have not wasted! kukutux wished to shout, the blade of his savik cutting her again. but it was in the next moment, when her ears beheld the word of mother, that kukutux truly knew. 

"you are father?" the duck asked, finding she could scarce hear her own words above the thud of her own heartbird. there was a woman, and she had borne him,

— had she borne him sons? kukutux could not look at revui; the remembered touch of him beneath her paw scorched her flesh now, but there was no anger in her, only shock and the building sensation of a new and unnameable thing. the specter of hydra looming to banish the flint-knapped revui again did not register, not with what he had revealed hanging heavy between them.