Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

he spoke of hydra, and kukutux was moved enough to slip from silverspine, huddling forlornly upon the bank. hydra had been perfectly clear upon the order of things. the duck was afraid. she shook her head. "it is ... new."

how handsome he was beneath the silken darkness of nightfall. blackfox, green eyes glinting gemlike and then turning away. kuktutux became aware of a sharpening ache, for she recalled jarilo's warmth and the brush of his body from that first night upon moonspear.

he wanted her to be safe. but she was already such with him near. was that not so?

pale features flushed first with apprehension, and theb a determined look, rather unlike herself. "you know what it is she will ask if she comes here," kuktutux murmured, tongue emboldened by the rolling waves of near-lust that cascaded from her figure.

he had not chosen. she would not see him forced. but kuktutux must know first, for herself if nothing else