Hushed Willows My love, hear my song and cry

She had promised Nasamiituuq she would not wander, and yet they both knew that it was not in Waawaashkeshi's nature to stay in one place.

She walked along the mountains edge, singing songs as she went so that her dear friend may hear them echoing through the stone and know she was safe. Only when her singing ceased completely would there be reason to worry.

Keshi cared deeply for the other, for the home she had given her and the stories she had shared. The woman wished to stay safe for her sake.

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It was her song that drew him — but it was the pretty pale and gilded sight of her which kept Acheron lingering even after it had faded. She was young enough, too, to fit the bill. At least as far as he could tell. If his estimation of her age was off by a bit, he figured it could be blamed on his own youth.

Truth be told, he didn't really think she was his niece. If he had, he might not have wanted her so badly. Or maybe he still would; who knew?

Hello, He called out, offering a smile with true warmth. Her beauty made it easy enough.

The voice of a stranger cut through her verse, and her song soon faded. Eyes settled on him quickly, and she found the source to be a boy who likely was not much younger than herself.

It had been some time since she had met a stranger, and she was rarely fond of men... but Waawaashkeshi was nothing if not friendly.

Hello. She responded, returning the smile she was offered. Are you wandering the mountains, too?

Searching for someone, actually. You might know her, Acheron stepped closer as he spoke, still warm and cordial. He noted the pretty green of her eyes; perhaps this would be an easier sell than he'd thought. She looked the part, didn't she?

He drifted closer still. Pretty gold, like you, He shared, voice softer now. Yes, this one would do. Acheron lunged for her then, teeth seeking her scruff, too eager to delay any longer. He meant to seize her and bring her to the ground, heedless of any damage he might inflict.

He had been given her full attention, and yet the lunge was unexpected.

Paws quick to attempt at pushing the attacker, eyes filled with desperation looked towards Moonglow, towards Nasamiituuq.

Waawaashkeshi had never been a fighter, but she knew she her voice would reach further than any spilled blood.

Her jaw parted, and in a last attempt to save herself she let out a cry. Mournful, harmonious, but most importantly: loud.