Deepwood Weald Life is ours, we live it our way.

The abandonment of Moonsong was an unfortunate thing, but her heart was with Kukutux. Ciri could never understand the stubborn selfishness of daughters. She could not recall a time when she or Elke had ever troubled Nyx in such ways, and to think of the lioness made her ache. She pushed on, keen to leave the memory of her mother's face tucked away in the corner of her mind, and made no worded response to Chakliux.

Her focus returned to the hunt. The dark she-wolf eases her stride to lift her head and study the area, nose working to resume the trail.