The Sunspire [m] sun born

nowhere was home for muskrat; she had not felt any sense of settlement since she had come. a goodly portion of this was due to the fact that she had arrived beneath duress, another was the way she had come to the creek at all.

and the last part was nothing more than the notion of a warrior incensed.

softly she reached to kiss the bottom of that open socket, silent where another gemstone eye might have once gleamed down at muskrat.

the true hunt.

"i look for you in trees, in rain." her voice was soft to hide the twisting unsurety of committing herself to anything or anyone, even a moment unknown on the horizon.

but she did this, and laced them together with another gentle press of stormlaced bodies. purposefulness; she craved this more than a home, and what greater purpose could now be sought if not the embrace of the eagle-woman?