Moonspear as side-passed lovers lost in the dark

when arcturus came upon kukutux he believed her browsing. her waiflike figure roved between knives of thin pine fir, nose to the ground as if in pursuit. the mountaineer ducked his head and slipped between a grove of maple, tail swaying gently by his hocks.

"kukutux," the male announced, fancying for the briefest second (and chiding himself for seeming so insecure) that perhaps his presence was dreaded; he could not blame the sylph, not in the way he had left her. arcturus had seen for himself the hurt he had caused, and fumbled with a quiet intake of breath.

he loathed approaching only when he needed something, and smiled briefly to chase away the strange tension he found between them. he had never been one to beat around the punch, and so, dove right in. "andraste mentioned you possessed midwife skills. does that knowledge also pertain to fertility?"