Hoshor Plains turquoise

word reaches kivaluk of chickadee's rapid escape from the moonsong camp and he takes off in the direction he was advised on; honing in on her scent was easy enough once he caught it.

the scents of the women of the season affect him in a way they had not in the past; and kivaluk, pulling from time spent observing herds and coupling with his own ( vague ) knowledge of how these things went, was not a total stranger to what was happening to him. what it meant.

uummat, kivaluk croons to her, as her visage comes into view. are you well?