Deepwood Weald histriophoca

he did not understand, and that was okay. he wasn't meant to. sulukinak sat through his silence, watching him when he did speak, and could not discern any issues with what she had said and what he might think; usually so perceptive, dutch did well to contain himself and betrayed nothing.

he claimed all of the cubs, which was an odd thing, a foolish thing. sulukinak shrugged her narrow shoulders but had nothing to say to that.

she leapt from the log and landed in the plush moss beneath, and her long body seemed to become a part of the greenshadow, with only her eyes delineating where she was; and she looked to dutch over her shoulder.

im hungry. she swept away, dashing to another shadow and another, as soundless as she had been upon snow.

distracted again, she did not notice if dutch followed her or was left there in the green.