Shadewood moss runner

a red feather.

kusax̱asaa only stared, stared at its fluttering crimson as daa'ka fixed it close.

he was aware of a sting to his eyes, a slow creeping at first; he reached a paw to touch this emblem of ice raven's continued power and let out a breath, shuddering.

"a sign."

his chin trembled. determination shone.

"yes. he is with us, daa'ka."

a breath. "you will be ghost talker to the saatsine. we need you. you are bloodhunter and speaker both now, brother."

and then he laughed — "yes. i want you wed soon. and you want to be wed soon, hm?" he teased, tapping the hide-covered shoulder of his sibling.