Moonspear blood makes atonement for one's life

revui spoke little, but his words carried a finality to them all the same. kuktutux took them in stride, though there were several meanings for what he implied, and at last she was staring at him for a bright, bare moment of clarity. 

consumed by the notion that he had meant it in the way a man might, her fickle body responded. and yet she was still, watching revui, wondering why he would state such if moonspear could not be his home.

"i am at peace with you also," kukutux responded lightly. "you remind me of a seal hunter. he spends long weeks alone upon the ice; he weaves songs and stories. but he returns, even if his paw is empty, because he wishes to come back."

she meant it lightly, but her tones were wistful, for she thought of the man in the dancing lights, of jarilo, and now of revui.