Two Eyes Cenote Gentle words, harsh faces

There in the cool shadows of the palace the hebsut is rapt upon Rodyn’s tellings, holding him in quiet commune. Her heart broke for him, and his children, and the innumerable difficulties he must face in putting on a dutiful mind while the spirit mourns. Silently she grieves with him, present in the span of emotions that passed over his sturdy face.

“Samani sounds so, so loved,” she whispers after a moment of thoughtfulness, “I don’t expect a love like that ever dies.”

Lips pulling with bittersweet warmth, Eset offers a gentle touch of her paw to the hand of the leader. She sees a great strength in him, enduring even in the loss of his counterpart- an end that would ground even the most hardened of lovers.

“Muat-riya would be honored to hunt alongside the wolves of Moontide, my Lord.”