Moonstone Quarry The wolf that always seeks his own kind

as kukutux spoke, his gaze shifted to her, his expression unreadable, but the quiet of their time together said more than words ever could. she had always been a woman of purpose, of grounded conviction. her actions spoke of the past, the weight of tradition and memory, and in this moment, she called him to share that with her.

without hesitation, he extended his paw, setting it gently into hers. the connection between them was not just physical—it was an acknowledgment of all they carried. the shared history, the shared losses, and the unspoken bond forged in the quiet spaces between.

he stood beside her, their paws touching, the wind still around them, both an offering and a promise. solharr knew what it meant—what it meant for forneskja, for the past, and for the present they shared now. his quiet presence was his response, his way of honoring the ritual.