Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

the slow parade of things that passed behind revui's somber face kept kukutux trained upon him. slowly he was opening, a mussel when the tide returned. so many of them tied to the roving ghosts that still haunted the mountain.

"we are given twelve moons to grieve," the girl said, voice hushed. "after that, even if our hearts hurt, we allow life to take its steps forward." pale ears twitched.

"arcturus is gone. moonspear is already changed." kukutux blinked, a small sigh shivering in her narrow chest. "home can only be where your heart is at peace."