Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

together they traveled in thoughtful silence. arcturus worried briefly he might have offended the dove; damn his cumbersome tongue. out of the corner of his eyes he saw kukutux glance slyly his way, the cant of her delicate muzzle shielding any emotion that stirred in her gaze. he continued, swearing to remain silent lest his foolish tongue wag its way into deeper insults.

women do not hunt like men. arcturus believed differently, but he reminded himself they were both born of distinctively different clades. they may share blood by marriage, but they shared zero heritage -- his culture was every bit as strange to her as hers was to him.

they neared a tree which hung morosely over a rocky slope. arcturus followed kukutux's gaze to its warped features, realizing he had been prompted to speak. so much for sworn silence. "what?" he asked, his tone curious -- it had been some time sine he had thought of that night, but the more he thought of it, the more he resented his home for treating kukutux like she was chattel to be traded and bartered. would hydra have ever done that to one of her own daughters?

to him?