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kukutux could not know that the scent upon the wind was that of a cougar, only that the musk brought her guard hairs rippling. it was laces and then blurred out by the much more familiar fragrance of arcturus, though even now she could not smell moonspear in his trails anymore.

"i wished to walk alone," the duck answered, tone stilted. in her heart was a morass of confusion. was he enemy? she did not know. cold as arcturus had always been, till the last, he had never given kukutux reason to fear him.

but he was no longer one of their own. she fixed him with a pensive jade stare, hackles smoothing. "i will leave," kuktutux murmured, a sudden pain stabbing through her spirit. the girl straightened, tried to hide the new subtle curve to her body, but did not leave. 

despite herself and her utterance and all that had gone on, kuktutux stirred ivory plume at her heels once, twice. "i have prayed that you are happy now, arcturus."