Overture Downs spoken words like moonlight,

nanuralaaq listened with patient expression, though her face was turned away from him ; base of her ears swivelled to listen, tail flicking as his words left his lips, and for a moment she felt a bout of sympathy. for though there had been much loss, at the very least, the ox-hunters had something deeply personal, something beautiful, to keep them together. to boost morale, one could say. blackfell's father did not sound kind ; the opposite of her own. it was not pity ; rather, something real, something genuine.

you say your mother would not recognise you, came her lilting melodies. is that because, now, you take respect? rather than earning, as you say she taught you?

mothers taught many things. that much, she knew.