Moonspear no future or family tree

Kindle sighed, pushing away any annoyance he felt from the greeting. He turned his face away, giving Haedwig his profile while she emerged from the den. Somewhere in the distance, a late-season bull bugled in hormone-addled rage.

He sensed her presence. Saw her in the periphery of his distance gaze.

"It's the end of the elk rut," he commented. He would miss their haunting calls, he realized.