Hushed Willows isumanguruk

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The red sister was enjoying her freedom in the same way that she had learned to enjoy her punishment. The Willows were a good place to remove herself from the day to day of the Watch. She hated the women, she hated the way her brothers frowned upon her every move, and she hated that Kigipigak had found a way to place a fence between her and what she had wanted. She was a bitter, cruel person, finding solace in the face that their ends would eventually be brought forth by the earth herself, who had her unshared plans that she had hinted at through visions to Valmúa.
Sheltering from the snow in the Willows felt cheap, and eventually the sister grew bored of this. The little mushroom coyote was not about, and so the one gain she had pulled from the territory was absent. She moved to return to the Watch and resume a miserable existence under the feet of the brother trio that the hrinja had so readily pushed her to follow from their homeland.
It was on this path back that she found the scent of Kigipigak, coupled with the weakness of old blood. Ever angry with him for leaving her to be on her own and walling her from Njord, the fire woman trailed after him, finding him just as he leaned against a tree for support. She saw immediately the wrist that pained him, and couldn't help but grin. Poor, sexy, beautiful kigiboy, unable to sustain himself. You are a mess. She said, standing firm.