Firestone Hot Springs morning star

i will hunt, you will rest. for now that would be enough, as he had lost so much.

the look on sulukinak's face was something predatory but not on purpose; it was hard to separate the wounded animal aspect of cen from the hunter he had been.

seeing him frightened and running had stirred something inside of her she could not name, linking her again to her mother somehow. where before she had been the prey, now she was witness to someone else's experience of sacrifice, and felt powerful because of it.

what a trade! cen's eye, cen's wife, cen's son; what power could be derived from this? why did this feel like a reaping?

no more wife talk. sulukinak would not listen to it. she withdrew, to let him rest there, and tentatively entered her own pool. the heat was stifling immediately. her fur becoming diaphonous.

hungry now? maybe some nose work would deliver her to hidden treasures, and time apart would be good? but she did not move, waiting, watching.