Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

kuktutux fell silent as she considered it. here the stone-spirits would be too rough for young paws. the glen with its closeness to moonspear, its wreathing of hydra's scent, would be uncomfortable for arcturus. the nearby valley then, but she considered also its proximity.

a small, shy smile on offer for her silence. "i am thinking of where they might walk," she admitted, for the change in his tone and the unsurety in her heart had placed her into a position she did not understand. and yet her jadestone gaze clambered the planes of his face once more, touching lightly into the hushed yellow of the eyes standing out against his ostrega-dark fur.

"the flat place that holds shadows," the duck murmured at last. nocturne was the name of it, though she did not know this. "i will bring them and call for you." arcturus had never failed their meetings; she would honor him, for he was part of her family even if he no longer belonged to that claim.