Firefly Glen sialuktuk ❀

It had been nearly a month since he had seen the pale woman. Their conversation played out in his head sometimes, with bits and pieces fading, but the general sentiment remained clear; he remembered his agreement with her as he returned from another patrol through the wilderness, and with it in mind he set about finding a suitable offering. She had requested a pelt from his latest kill; surprisingly enough Revui had been feasting on carrion of late, but he made the journey to an expanse where he could hunt, and toiled for a few hours.

In the twilight — with rain peppering through the trees — he made his way towards the mountain. They had not discussed a meeting point, so he sought out the last place he had seen her. Hanging from his teeth was a plump, but dead, beaver. Its body had cooled in the time it took to near the claim.

Rain streaked his coat as it permeated the layers; he had yet to blow out his heavy winter insulation and the spitting rain helped alleviate a discomfort Revui had not been fully conscious of. As he passed beneath a bough of pine he placed the dead thing against the dirt and shook his neck and shoulders out, not that it did any good.