Nova Peak [m] red wine supernova

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She would have been sleeping. But Skorpa was gone, and true rest can never find her outside the cradle of his arms. Every rustle and creak causes ears to prime as she waits for him in their den. But he does not come, and the wind brings voices—
Down in the foothills there's a commotion. Stirring, Ayovi is witness to the fray: to Lorcan’s driving and the stranger woman’s glacial scent. To Skorpa’s voice, and Nemage’s furious lunge.
The huntress does not stop her sister. Her own tail flags streaking harshly as she turns, retreating from the mount.
Heading for the glacier.