Firefly Glen kullimagaat ⌓

thank you for your patience!

Kyrell blinked, surprised at how well received his thoughts were. His careful control of his expression is loosened before he recomposed himself. A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth.

I will do as you say. He is uncertain of how he will be received by the Moontide leader, but Kukutux's trust in him was what he needed to uphold. He would locate Rodyn prior to the hunt to discuss this.

The conversation turns to reminisce on the year prior. Kyrell's eyes wander from the moonwoman, to the winding waterways of the glen once more.

You are wise and experienced in your craft. The healing circles are well tended to under your eye.

Raiyuk. He was young then. How much would he have changed since Kyrell last saw the young hunter.

It has been almost a year now, hasn't it? His tone is measured, wistful.

Almost a year since he arrived to the Teekons. Since Hearthwood. Since the bison hunt. Since... the incident. Perhaps it was a milestone of adulthood to look back in wonder at the passage of time.