Moonspear almost heaven

She caught his eye, indeed. It wasn't the friendly gaze she would be used to; rather, his stare was abstracted as he gave her a nod, inviting her along for his patrol before focusing on the path ahead.

Sialuk, he greeted, with the faintest smile. How are you? The hunt went well.

Killdeer was sure she'd received briefings on it already, given her place as Kukutux's daughter. He was happy to provide whatever information she needed or wanted.

But he longed for connection—longed for Amalia, it seemed—and he had begun to feel a bit sour toward his pack's leader, which he knew was not sustainable. Maybe his temper would cool eventually.

For now, he'd fake it until he felt it.