Ouroboros Spine xxiii. in each others wounds

"I understand," Lótë demurred softly, offering another brush of comfort to the Moon's winter pelt. She supposed she didn't really, never having been married before. But she and Adrastus were set to be wed and would eventually have children of their own; the cloudberry tried to picture losing him, or the shadowed faces of their unborn children, and felt her heart shudder with a cold shiver. She pushed the horrid thought away, unable to bear even this sliver of Kukutux's pain. 

She felt that the conversation had come to a close, that the spiritwoman had grown weary of their topics. And even the birdcaller had fatigued of such heavy, draining subjects -- she did not want to keep prying for information. More would come in time, as the Ostrega women healed and grew more comfortable with speaking of such things. Or perhaps they would not, that was okay too. There were other sources Lótë might seek out -- Keyni had been a part of the pack that was allied with Moonspear. Even if she hadn't been there long or didn't know much about its history, the former Firefly was still worth seeking out. 

"What were you doing when I came?" she asked the ivory she-wolf, glancing back at the arrangement of food and herbs. "I could help with the drying." She gave a gentle dip of her head, as if to silently say that she would also leave if the Alpha wished to be alone.