Blacktail Deer Plateau i keep these coffins in my mind

his nightwife has been missing for many and more moons now, and he remembers the words he once spoke to ash paw: that he could and would not leave basilica to chase her across foreign lands. either she would find her way back to him or she would not. such was the nature of their love, their marriage.

to the threadbones, the dreadfather turns.

the seer's arrival unsettles him, but not any more than the season that creeps upon them. he would ensure basilica's future with or without his nightwife; this the threadbones tell him and so it would be.

a contract, not unlike the one the listener'd taken from the wispmother and how their children has came to be.

he stares at the threadbones a bit longer, grumbling something unintelligible before wrapping them back in their thinning rabbit pelt and tucking them back into the safety of the small abandoned den he kept them in.