Moonspear akunika ⛰

it was evening when kukutux returned at last to the mountain in her wrap of pale foxfur. yet she did not go to the ulaq, nor seek out one of her children for a short hunt. it was the scent of the dour @Desdemona she sought now. their rapport was aloof but not tense, and she trusted her intuition as she found the trail of the reticent woman.

following it to wherever the proud ears of the shadow lifted, the pale wife paused, seeking her words as she strode forward into the mountainwolf's company.