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"Sakhmet —"

She wonders what it is that will leave his lips next. Unsure what she wanted to hear, even more unsure of what he might say. Nothing about him was predictable and perhaps she enjoyed that the most. It meant she looked forward to each moment — each word!

It was not the same when you were gone. A bit coy yet serious. Kigipigak had been one of the first to be by her side here and when he had gone away — attacked by a cat, she reminded herself — it had been felt deeply.

So I am glad you came home, hawk-in-snow.