Ghost Lion Crag tunilaaga ♢

something else, playing upon the round red ends of her soul-string when he called her sister. kukutux refused to give it a name, willing it to fade into some unknowable mist and never again make itself known. ivoried ears held his words and she gave a slow blink in the affirmative.

stubborn. it was how one must be if they were not to fall behind the lash of the hunter's spear-halt. for a dizzying, awful moment, kukutux thought wildly to ask after charon and amekaze, assure arcturus that they watched the mountain and saw all. but there was not room for ancestors in this place. the duck set back the incredulous idea, heart thrumming.

"may we always stand upon firm soles," the snowbird blessed, moving on with another small smile. "in two moons, i think that sialuk and saviguk will be old enough to come down. would you like to meet them then?" she asked softly, voice tinged in apology should the hunter feel overwhelmed by the prospect.