Overture Downs winds of east

against the greyfall of her pelt, that caribou hide slowly leaked warm blood, painting morwenna in soft red. her moonweave eyes glowed in hold over a hundred unsaid things, almost glimmering now with the backdrop of scarlet to punctuate.

for a moment his heart chased its own beating. "i honor you." sun eater would not demand that she depart the creek, nor was he able to say more than this. as chieftain of the saatsine, he would only choose from within his band, as he had ordered the others to do.

hypocrisy must not be a limitation for him.

this did not mean he denied what he wanted, only that to articulate such things was not worth the self-realization. here in the wild loveliness of the valley, a dead caribou at his feet and a deep-souled woman at his side, sun eater found a genuine peace.

to cover the words he did not say, the caribou man bent to open the flayed chest cavity, baring the organs to both the frigid air and morwenna herself. "you eat. then," and he rolled the shoulder she had wanted to see, aching now though the wound had stopped itself.