Ouroboros Spine and carried you away into the alligator sky

It was true, her heart had no desire. Curse it be that it had taken moons away from Moonglow's coddling for her to see this. "Let it be someone more suited than I," emotion levelling her voice to a calm finality as she gathered herself to leave. There was no apology, no acknowledgement of boundaries overstepped. Grief would come later, but for now a bitter and selfish urge to creep out of sight.

But Sobeille's gaze had her rooted, ears pricking to catch Kukutux' olive branch though she did not look at her again. "Thank you, Grandma." She would oblige, if only to see what had befallen Moontide in her absence. "We'll stay for a night. Then we really ought to get going." A chance to rest and refuel; if this suited her companion. Claws of ice still gripped Yura from within, however, and she remained stiff despite the apparent thawing present in Moonwoman's voice. 

For the secret that the little lynx still lived remained clutched close to her chest.