Moonspear saturday/sunday

He’d never heard that name, though it made him think of the day when he and Killdeer had swum to the island to find the black wolf on the distant shore. He’d found some of his own relatives. Had they been part of this selfsame village?

Sweet, was all he said, glad there was some shared history there and that Sialuk would likely know the way. Yeah, Heda, he repeated stupidly when he said his companion’s name. You’ll like her, she’s fantastic. Super sweet and welcoming.

A somewhat dopey look crossed his face just then, before a realization struck him. Caracal’s eyes brightened and when he spoke again, it was sotto voce.

And she’s gorgeous. But please don’t steal her from me.