Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

Kukutux had told her of the revival of Moonspear when last she'd returned to the Wilds, and while Ciri had been glad to hear it she'd known then that things there would not be as they were. The swallow doubted she would ever find true comfort among the ghosts of her past on those slopes. Moonglow, however, had been a place where memory did not threaten to drown her.

There were two other villages that'd grown since her departure, though the names of their leaders were unknown to her. She could not recall crossing paths with any of the Moonwoman's daughters when last she attempted to make a home among them, though she supposed it made sense for them to come of age and disperse to seek their own paths.

The seal-hunter offered meat in silence, and Ciri accepted. Have you chosen another of these new moon villages, Chakliux?

One of Kukutux' daughters to warm your bed, too, she mused, bitterness nipping at her as she considered how foolish she'd been to wonder if he'd ever thought of her in the hopeful way she'd thought of him.