Blackfeather Woods Trying to fit a square inside a circle

He accepted the name, and it brought a faint smile to her lips. 
yes. From now on, she would know this Two-spirit as Deimos. 
He rose, dipping his head, and made an attempt to excuse himself. She stood, inclining her own head. 
"The body is no more. I will carry his spirit with me until he is ready. When the feather falls free, he'll have moved on from this world." She explained gently. "Still, it is not good to linger. Pleasure meeting you, Deimos." S
She turned, padding off into the woods.