Kildeer Rest nìkeftxo

His umbilical cut from Her, Tsu's misery is his own to bear. His brother lost to these wilds. He has nothing to follow, if only the whiff of a scent carried on strange winds. Where Tsu once strode, he sulks. His shoulders are heavy from loss he can't accept, his frown etched into a weary, youthful face. His purpose has always been Seäe. To protect, to coddle, to love where his kin hadn't. Is his brother lost to a new sea?

Is his brother searching for him, too?

Tsu'tseya's head hangs low and heavy. Slowly, he walks behind the moon-woman until the scent of fresh meat makes his sides ache and burn. He watches for her to take the kill, before he can. She doesn't. It's with her approval he inches forwards. Teeth sink into meat. He is grateful for the morsel she provides, even if eating feels taxing. He would have given Seäe this kill instead. 

Tired eyes of gold flicker toward a new figure on the eclipse. Tsu lowers his body in submission, as he's been taught. Watching and waiting as the man watches.