Silverlight Terrace [M] Left and Leaving

Sialuk withdrew from Moonspear, following a familiar path down the mountain toward Moonglow, but veering north instead of further east. The heavy scent of her season still upon her, she made no attempt to conceal it. Her lovers had been attentive to her, and she did not seek out new ones today. Sixsix—having been on his own for some time—cawed nearby, and Sialuk spotted him just as he took off from a nearby tree, landing swiftly on her shoulder.

What have you seen, old friend? she asked, though no answer came from the bird except a tight squeeze of her shoulder and another raspy sound. Sialuk pursed her lips, curious.

And then, she saw the hunter—seasoned. One who had seen many winters. Ittuk she promptly named him. This woman greets you, she said, slipping into view and landing her eyes upon him.