Moonspear my reign is built upon hypocrisy and all my casualties

yes.

she knew the scent.

pale fur moist from the steambath which presented itself as white-misted pool in the high reaches of moonspear, the duck returned to inspect and observe him.

a rest, he was a formidable creature, and put her even more to mind of the grey trader whose angry spirit she had buried upon moonsong.

but she did not call out; she did not hail.

moonwoman stood silent, waiting for nuak to look upon her. why had he come back? why was he here? did the spirit of father unsaid drag him in return to this bear wilderness?