Moonspear Langsamt slepp anden fri, i vinden rida.

A large, pale figure materialized, a juicy shank of meat in his mouth. Towhee paused in her step, eyeing the pork for a second before her gaze traveled upward and over the wolf carrying it. He was brawny, with striking eyes set in a scarred face. She had seen him in passing and his scent was familiar, as were the other odors clinging to his fur.

Before she could address his greeting, Phox walked over with an introduction and a question. Towhee looked toward him and shook her head, then peered back at the stranger. He’s one of Sialuk’s lovers, that’s for damn sure, she thought with an amused twitch of her tail.

-“Ah, you must be Raiyuk’s dad?”- Towhee recalled, trying to think of the name the boy had given her. -“Chakleenex?”- she tried. -“I’m Towhee—”

Her voice cut off abruptly when she remembered something else from the day she’d met Raiyuk: his mother’s name was Nasamilk (or something like that). Towhee had dropped him off at his parents’ shared lodge that day. Were they not an official pairing? Or were they a married couple, which meant Mr Kleenex here was cheating on his wife with Sialuk while she was away at Moontide…?