Moonspear it's the promise of life in your heart

Sialuk was on his mind. Always. Inextricably.

He was by the stream near her ulaq, standing still and gazing into the water as if he were seeking fish. Truthfully, even if a fish leapt from the current and hit him in the face, he still wouldn't be able to catch it.

Because he wasn't thinking of fish. He was thinking of Sialuk.

Was this love? He'd harbored similar thoughts for Amalia, and even recently Ajei. . .but nothing this strong, nor all-encompassing. 

Killer placed the tip of one forepaw into the creek, swirling it slowly back and forth—the mountain-chilled water the only thing still rooting him to reality. Maybe he'd get lucky and have a trout attach itself to a toe, and he could say he did something today.