The Heartwood Never opened myself this way.

Dutch spoke of a hunt on the plains, and she imagined what sort of offering Kukutux might gift upon her return. A fine meat to fill her belly, surely, enough to satisfy her for days to come. Ciri resisted the urge to sweep her tongue across a lower lip, and instead averted her sunshine stare to blink up at the Moonsong wolf's face.

Your leader abandoned her family? Ciri sought confirmation, surprise lifting her brow as her heart lurched for the Moonwoman's misfortune. The raven Ostrega had only ever known Kukutux to be gentle and kind, and it pained her to know how she ached. What happened?