The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

sólhárr observed the tundran’s silence, his hands steady with the messy work of dismantling the buck. but he could feel it—the weight between them, the hesitation, the memory of something unspeakable gnawing at kigipigak's thoughts. sólhárr chose not to press further; some truths, he knew, were better revealed in their own time.

when kigipigak asked about his wife, sólhárr straightened, brushing the blood from his muzzle with the back of his paw. a shadow of pride touched his features, though his tone remained measured. she is not of my people, he admitted, his voice low and steady, like the distant rumble of thunder. but she is of moonglow. the moonwoman is her mother. her blood runs deep, strong, with the wisdom of the old ways.

he paused, swallowing the knot in his throat. she is... light in the dark, the fire on the horizon. we met not far from here, but it feels as though i have known her my whole life. there was a reverence in his voice, and he could not help the faint curve of a smile, though it faded as quickly as it came.

@Callyope, is her name.

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