Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

a featherlight touch of something unknowable behind her breastbone as he said her name, and then the dandelion-fluff of it, chased away by his warning toward moonspear. did such bitterness still exist in him? kukutux blinked, and then nodded, feeling compelled by the sudden firmness in his quiet yellow stare. "i will remain who i am, brother," she affirmed with a solemn blink of her verdant eyes, wondering swiftly how she might urge the splinter from his heart.

kukutux wished to beg him back, but kept her slim jaw silent upon that point. he would not return, and further talk of the place where he had once been chieftain would only harm him. and yet there was a stubborn part of the duck, perhaps the one exposed theatday she had hunted boar with astaroth. "but you must do the same."