Moonspear The future in my heart

hydra, turning away; keres, using the last of her strength to reach out toward those she loved. the duck, drew a great and shaking breath;

she did not yet know that death refused to depart the glen —

and put her muzzle against the warrior-woman's bloodstained fur with a sob. it was good that she had come home, had come to let her spirit walk beneath the shadow of the mountain. a terrible thing, so much death in so short a time. the snow-wife wondered in her grief if keres would go to join the shades that formed the backdrop of moonspear.

or if she would fly homeward to something like the dancing lights — kukutux held out the last of the tiny black seeds and set her tearful gaze deep upon that of the grey woman who had been guardian and sister.