Moonspear the usual

melkor was not here, and so kukutux was not ashamed of giving desdemona the same explanation she had given the courtfall man. "by the sea. the dark water. we hunted seals." there were different versions of what it was to head north, she had found, and wondered what the woman alongside her would think she meant.

"and you?" she inquired after a shy tick of time, lowering her muzzle back to their joint kill to cover a lingering wariness. the wolves of moonspear were foreign to her, and kukutux to them. only time would spell the names of those who could be trusted.