Lone Star Mountain just a stoic statue, fit for a nobody

Nutu out!

They ate. The scent of strong yolk flooded down both lungs. The cracking of eggshells between teeth were followed by hungry laps. A few would hardly satiate even one of them, and still they were split. Just a woman with her child, and Nutuyikruk's focus had been intense. The sharp white of the mother, and the mourning gray of the boy in red. Ezra's words twisted different in his mouth, and his aaka.. It was hard to keep up with each word, but there had been the catch of a Gideon. Sisters, brothers.

The girl's body fell limp first and then moved fluidly to follow Hex. A whisper cried out with an overwhelming sense of guilt. "Sorry! Aya!.. I'm comin'!" Fleeting guilt, nonetheless, before a sense of wonder raged over her to catch a final look back. Too far now to see anything but the tip of ears, and which had been hard to decipher in the dark.

Inhaling, she lifted her head high enough to catch a final glance at the boy in red.
Then melted away in the dark. Where it was safe.

"Comin'."

At least they'd not been seen.