Moonspear kipigniugun ⚭

eventually jarilo fell into step with kukutux, his dark pelt whispering against her own. moment by moment the healthy dread of hydra was fading, for they had her approval. 

her new husband was bringing the duck to a blessed place, one that brought to mind the woman who had borne him. kuktutux was humbled, eyes shuttered a moment behind her lashes as she felt the warmth of him alongside her and breathed the good scent of his nearness, returning his smile with an answer of her own.

the weald was beginning to give way as jarilo found more words. the trepidation lifted from the girl as mist beneath sun as she found herself finally, utterly alone with this man she had begun to know. and now were the moments arriving where she began to find her footing.

a soft laugh in her throat fluted as the potential tension of their solitude ebbed. kukutux returned it with a brush of teeth through his hackles, before she paused to turn her eyes over the silent trees. "i like the way it seems they speak when there is wind," she whispered, glancing heavenward a moment.

and then the words caught; her pale plume stirred, melding her fire-time with their air. for what seemed an eon, her verdant eyes rested upon jarilo's handsome features. a breath; kuktutux stepped forward to nestle her crown beneath his chin, body yielding toward his own with a low sigh.