Kildeer Rest to death we dance

Sialuk elaborated on this "sun man's" identity. Aiolos? Meerkat repeated in her head. Why does that sound so familiar? Her good ear flicked when Kukutux embellished her daughter's answer and still the yearling couldn't place him. Then it hit her like a bat to the head and she abruptly stopped dead in her tracks.

"Aiolos, the one who met us at Yuèlóng?" she asked, brown gaze resting weightily on Kukutux.

Belatedly, she realized she was making a face and she quickly schooled her expression. Should she say anything about the fact that he had lied to her face about her Neema's death? She supposed it was possible he hadn't known the truth and only gone along with what Mou had told him, yet Meerkat didn't see how that was possible.

She also didn't see how sharing such a thing would do any good now. "I remember him," Meerkat said a little quietly, lips pressing together.

Carefully avoiding looking at either woman now, she instead focused on the path ahead, marked in various shades of red and brown. She breathed in and out, trying to quell the flicker of distaste at hearing such a man was now mate to Kukutux and father to her new children.