Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

"arcturus."

she drew in the sum of him. tall as he had always been, with that same intensity to his sungold eyes. older, perhaps. was he less sad? she could not tell, and quietly directed her jadestone eyes toward the earth. "it is good to see you, brother." a bit breathless in sudden consternation, but kukutux sought to cut that strip of leather, and let free the thought.

"i have brought you something," and here the duck, thankful for something else to do beneath his gaze, nosed open the soft folds of tooth-worked hide. slim muzzle dipped, and then she removed a stick of cured trout taken from the streams that crossed moonspear. bitten into ragged parts, dried in the sun until it curled upon itself.

"this too, for you," she added, gesturing toward the skin. shy, encouraging look lifting her muzzle toward the man once more. she looked into the stone darkness of his guarded veneer. a dull thud sounded along the hall of her chest. would he accept these things? or would arcturus find annoyance in her ways? "gifts to honour you as akkaq."