Deepwood Weald giggle at a funeral

kalyska's gaze lingered on the stars for a moment longer before shifting back to killdeer. his ease of conversation was a contrast to the quiet weight that had settled in her chest, but she found it welcome enough.  

no relation, she answered evenly, though there was a small, knowing curve to her lips. just observe. 

the question of forneskja made her pause, considering how best to define a place still unfamiliar to her in many ways. i new to pack. it... different from where have been before, she admitted. but great place of healing and strength. it is something i learning, but it will grow into something lasting. her hazel eyes flickered with curiosity. and moonspear? say you it ties—what does it ask of you?