Shadowwyn Moor nine strikes

backdated just a bit to dec 4, no posting order, can be referenced or joined <3 @Ice Diver @Ridgeback @Kekoa @Anselm @Sulukinak @Meleeys @Morwenna @Suliya @Ezra (@Gideon & @Ghelan for ref)

when he returned, it was with an almost-sneer wreathing his mouth.

he called for his hunters; he wanted especially to have the eye of the ghost talker upon the woman he had chosen, to see that he would fulfill what the spirits asked.

"her name morwenna," he said carefully aloud. "she say she will be my wife."

"she walk from creek wolves here. not happy, them," and his laughter was cold. "saatsine not offer first fight. show teeth second." taking blood was implied, should their little liaison upon the borders mean silverwater hunters meant to stalk for them.

perhaps they would not be here so long. sun eater had his prize, another being more claimed from among the grounded packs. "caribou stay, ah. two week. we leave." 

and if it came to blows in the meantime, such would be the backdrop for the time which morwenna had described as 'honeymoon.' he accepted the image of blood in the snow; for her he would allow the creek to make their first stand. sun eater would not be shown off; it was a deep flaw of the man, his stubbornness. by rights it was not too early for a return, but their chieftain was unwilling yet to lead them back.

restless now, wanting to seek a quiet place for he and she, a set-apart channel of snowy forest ringed in caribou tracks.