1/5 thank you for forward dating!cloud lash had not expected company.
her steps were light, a whisper through the brush, the caribou-hide shifting faintly against her back as she approached a patch of blue-rooted sage. the wind moved it gently, as if skedzay herself breathed through the leaves. she was crouched low, muzzle to the soil, when a ripple of movement caught her eye — not a creature, not prey, but a girl, small and folded in on herself beneath the starlight.
red eyes met purple across the hollow. still. the girl was still, but frayed, her spirit loose and tugging, like smoke not yet shaped into prayer. cloud lash tilted her head, a single ear flicking back in question. her voice did not come. it could not — the words the other might need were not in her tongue. instead, she stepped forward, slow and cautious, and let the silence speak.
from beneath her hide she drew a small feather, tawny and curled. she did not know if it had fallen from skedzay's wing, but it had come to her on a windless day. cloud lash did not place it at the girl’s paws, but near — just near enough for her to see.
then she waited, quiet and unblinking, a sentinel in the moonlight. the spirits watched. and so would she.