Nocturne Summit ikuallaaktuk ⩛

i will take you there.

and suddenly kukutux felt a great shame boring through her. the inner spirit clucked its tongue. you were cruel to wraen and now everything you threw before her has been taken.

too much to consider it now, but the truth singed kukutux from veins and onward. she was thankful that arcturus did not seek to take her back among them; she would not have gone, for the simple winding words of humiliation that had returned to her tenfold.

the mountainwolf smelled of wraen, of places that would be green. she steadied herself against him and slowly rose, lifting her smoke-cut voice to rise lowly with his own, a song to seek life and evade death. 

they would go. tears cut through the ash and blood that clung to her alabaster face.