Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

"yes," kukutux murmured. "after my children came, a cat invaded moonspear. i learned the word then." on the open ice was no place for the reticent, sure-footed beasts. the tundra itself held no shelter for them, only those who learned to be visible for many lengths away. such a world had all but confined itself to memory these days, for the teekon was so vastly different a place from where she had been born.

"oh! i did not show you my hunting mark, arcturus," and here the snowbird paused, half-turning with a lifted paw to show the healed scar high upon her right shoulder, the shape of a jagged, fel-formed cross. "bo-ar," the duck revealed, the word slow and careful. "now i am like a man." her small teeth glowed with another smile; kukutux had not realized how good it was to be away, how she had worried about the storm-shadow who had once lived upon moonspear.