The Heartwood inuusik ✾

her eyes glowed. "will you come to the mountain?" kukutux invited, indicating the not-so-distant spire of wild confidence that hydra and dirge ruled quite well. "to its little hills. call for me." she did not think the blackbear would find it unacceptable that he visited, for astaroth had already proven himself a genteel man.

she would not move off yet; she watched him, wishing to ensure that their meeting-place would work before she returned home. and as she stood near astaroth, she felt the pulse of the wound in her shoulder, a deep ache that demanded treatment, and yet filled the duck with a gratifying hunter's pride.