Cerulean Cape kajuq ⌿

kukutux wanted to round upon aiolos with an anger that burned bright but was not for him. never for him. only for the murderous grandfather who had seen fit to bring so much killing.

"one of them was the woman i would have brought to meet you," the duck said softly, mouth twitching. she still set her salt-wet green stare upon the ocean, though it had hardened into a mixture of pain and ire.

"she walks in the dancing lights now." kukutux at last turned back toward the island-wolf, studying his handsome and compassionate features for a long moment. was there something amiss within her, that she could not manage to conjure friendships with she-wolves? he was the gentlest man kukutux knew.