Moonspear shelter

hydra declined, and kukutux settled herself down before the shadow-made sister, wrapping pale plume tightly about her small forepaws. so it was true; hydra had come to speak of revui. 

you have wasted her supplies for the last time

and she listened, unable to keep her gaze from falling to the needlepoint loam between them. the greystone, loyal only unto himself. hydra; and kukutux sensed a great dark pain behind the careful words and searching glance, the eyes lifting her own as the lump in her throat broadened. surely there was no surprise in what revui had said, he was —

"— bitter." the duck's jawline tightened, for she remembered how he had placed his hunter's mark upon her and surged for the throat of her feeling toward him. which hydra must not know, for disloyalty had no place in moonspear, and she would not be accused of infidelity. perhaps he had done right, then, to dash it beneath his heel. "he was bitter. he woke into coldness."

springjade expression meeting that of her sister; how much hydra loved him! why could he not see? what had taken the place of his heart? almost she made mention of the children belonging to the trader, but he did not recognize them, and neither would any branch of the ostrega clan. and so she softly put such aside. "he knew — he said that you would put him away. and that i should not have used — that i wasted our medicines upon him."