Moonspear ⥉ silam inua ⥉

breathe, brother.

breathe.

before kukutux, the expanse of light brightened, narrowed, curved.

her limbs were heavy, her mouth dry.

she looked for the shade of massaraq, looked for the black tendriling she felt held her son's essence rooted where he could not grow.

chanting to fill her throat; inside herself she searched for her son, and when she touched the edges of his awareness, kukutux grasped;

led.

come forward.

come through.

she was no spirit-talker. the duck did not roam the world of the dead.

but for her son she would dance between them. for her son, she would come through.

to any onlookers, they would only see a tight-knit trio of swaying wolves, for the battle was fought beyond all mortal sight.

shadow of mother pulled upon shadow of son at their tenuous connection, guided by the thrum of lichen; i am here.