Meadowlark Prairie Codex

when the listener looks to him it is with warmth, and the words she mouths to him dissuade the tundrian's itch to follow after bruges. she confirms what he'd suspected: that she doesn't trust him and states, simply with an expression that could be called cruel that if he were to return he'd become a sacrifice. wintersbane's gaze lowers to the 'gift' left and gives a contemplative cant of his head, wondering if there was prophecy yet to be fulfilled or if bruges, by sheer luck of changing his mind, altered it and narrowly escaped his a fate all too similar to the fox. only time would tell, wintersbane thinks.

as the listener turns back towards their home and looks to him, he gives a small nod to confirm that he'll accompany her and pauses only to scoop up the tribute. the would-be prophecy. clutching the gift betwixt his jaws wintersbane steps to relmyna's side and accompanies her. when the pair part ways he, after some consideration, tosses it to the ravens watching as they descend upon it like winged titans with insatiable hunger.

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