Honeyed Pasture Do you see the brightest side of life

He felt as welcome among the Moonglow wolves this time as he had the last, and could not bear it. The children held their names now, and were likely being sequestered with their grandmother for stories and lessons. Kigipigak did not know when things had gone so awry between them - was it losing Kivaluk or Sakhmet? Was it Asivaq's betrayal? He swallowed his feelings and ran.

The feeling of wind across his face was good; it was like freedom, before children, before unhappy wives, before cultural annihilation. As he ran he found himself going nearer to Brecheliant; his thoughts of his first-born must have subconsciously pulled him so far.

He saw a shape, prowling. They were dark but familiar; at first Kigipigak thought of Sakhmet which stabbed at him; then he saw it was, Amalia.

She looked well - he had forgotten her alliegance to this other place, and thought it good that at least one of his friends was present to be a part of his son's life.

Are you hunting? I could help, if you'll have me. He would not intrude if she wanted him gone - so many did, these days.