Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

and so it was. and so it would be. kukutux had little time to savor the moment, as it were, too fearful of hydra she was. the blackbear must know first; she shivered beneath jarilo's touch, body arching into it with instinctive desire. control, control; she must keep herself back, from falling, a stone high upon a mountain that dared not yet fall. "we will teach one another," came the click of her teeth, and at last the little duck lifted her head, and swallowed, and looked into his face.

both were aware of the role they played within moonspear, the potential of righting the upset balance. arcturus had gone, jarilo stood poised to take that forgotten helm, if he so wished. somehow her tongue did not work; not until relief rushed into her heart as the waterbird tilted back her head and called for @Hydra and for @Dirge.

then, and only then, upon pronouncement of the powerful bear, would kukutux blossom into her freedom. until then, she stepped demurely aside, shook the water from her pelt, looked back with softer gaze upon jarilo. the fire lapped at her; she closed her eyes again, exhaling a light breath, but unable to keep her glance from traveling to him again and again.

the alphess of moonspear would find them a proper distance apart, kukutux observing the fair rites of her rank and her family, even as her body throbbed with unheard wardrum beats and the dizzying peak of this final hour collapsed into an exhaustion she wished could be chased away by returning home, returning to her sleeping place.

with your husband, the spirit noted, and kukutux felt a shiver chase itself along her spine. suddenly she did not know what to say to him, and so once more only lifted the springwrought gleam of her gaze to the night, and to blackfox jarilo, who bled into and out of it, and whose brief touch still felt emblazoned upon her cheek.