Moonspear makaik ⧎

all was well. all was not. he had come back and yet he was scarce. he existed on the outside of moonglow but he had not left the deep places inside kukutux. 

but she suspected that her name no longer lived within him, and with this she must make her peace.

"i have a gift for you," she said, thinking of the rich mink pelt that lay curing near her new densite. it had reminded her of him with its dark gloss; it had reminded her of many things. the duck did not want strife between them any longer.

she waited for shadowhunter to speak back.