Silvertip Mountain pikpaksriruk ∅

the other remained unruffled, bladed. kukutux maintained her own impassivity, feeling a seethe grip her as wraen sought to barb moonspear again. "we know the sacred ways of blood. i do not think it is something you will understand in your years." the little curve deepening into something humorless.

straying too closely to the secret she had kept all these months for the sake of arcturus himself, but he was bound no longer to the mountain. "he was not underling. he is bound in birth to moonspear, and you belong to no place." nothing would change that in the mind of kukutux; no matter what he called himself, or where he went — the spirits of his father and his mother walked the wealds of the mountain, and in his bones arcturus knew it to be true. he was brother to jarilo, and her husband knew they still roamed in the trees. "hydra gave you mercy. you are blood debted to her, and to the stone. but then you turn the head of her brother in a bad trade."