Moonspear with that silver dagger in his hands

skip meeee

arcturus' thundering challenge broke over moonspear and kukutux wearily lifted her head. it had been half a moon since she had seen revui — the memory of the harsh words they had exchanged still was a spearpoint of pain in her chest.

the little waterbird had grown fatigued in those times. she kept to the den she shared with jarilo now, filling her days with endless strips of hide and the curing of fish, the drying of herbs, digging a new cache. 

but kukutux would rise now, rise and drag her sickened limbs to the clearing where arcturus stood terrible and scarred. her own hackles flared to see a stranger there, another trespasser, but she knew her weakness was great in this moment. and so the duck only turned doeful gaze to the returned beta of the mountain, shouting for his sister.

was this the price of peace?