Little Goat Mountain So close, no matter how far.

all at once the warmth between them had cut away with the howl of the wind beyond the cavern. chakliux hesitated, feeling unwelcome, but dragged his stoat along all the same. "the moon villages have gained in number. first there is moonspear, led by sialuk. then there is moontide, led by samani." he did not feel hesitation in saying her name. "she was called by death."
a muscle leapt in his jaw.
"now moonsong has raised its head, led by ariadne." slowly he butchered the stoat, and in silence he offered ciri its choicer portions.