Blacktail Deer Plateau west memphis is on fire in the light of day

The more she calls him the hawk, the more nervous he feels.

His newest scars, twisting pink and brown and bare perhaps forever, bring humility to Kigipigak. He feels less like the proven warrior and more the fool; unworthy of the praise his mother had bestowed upon him and the name he thought he'd earned.

A piece of that doubt matches with the confusion he feels over Sakhmet; a strong attachment, yes, but something new there. Something he doesn't know what to name.

He remembers that there are other places within the boundary of Sakhmet's claim that he has not seen, and brightens suddenly. Anything to distract him from how he truly feels. Kigipigak is eager to return to a semblance of normalcy after his accident; but roaming far and wide does not sound appealing now that he's home, with her.

Where will you show me next? A smile, and he is striding again.