Shadowwyn Moor sun killer

she hunted the caribou, his strange shadowlight niece.
it was good to see her prowling their new encampment. often she kept to her own company, skirting this boundary or another. one day she was a tiny distant figure of dark in the snowy meadow, the next she was as she appeared in this moment.

pace increased. he loped across the flat places easily, slowing here and there to find a better route which wended him to her flank.

no words. the endless white sky and the silence of birds were heavy enough.