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when she came home she crossed through the glen.

jadestone eyes carefully surveyed the damage that the fall of the moon-mountain had caused. kuktutux found herself wandering over the mossy shale, staring at the churned land beneath her feet with a backtoss of her pale ears.

she breathed in; gaze veiled beneath lids and the duck moved away, lifting her stare to the stars, to the dancing lights beyond. 

attention lighting now to tell her she was not alone. a young hunter with her moonpale shade, and the wisewoman felt herself drift forward to stand silently alongside the ledge.