Kutcha had always been an astute creature, aware of things that no bird had the right to be aware of. It was why Orba had chosen him; he had been born with the capability to form a special bond with a wolf. Moonfeather was a special wolf in her own right, talents both inborn and developed over years of practice, studying, and traveling to learn from others. She was a true shamaness, a descendant of her Grandmother's line. Having been united with Kutcha at a young age, the two trusted each other's instincts deeply. So when the white banded raven had tugged at her ear as she napped in the afternoon light, she had risen and followed him.

In her heart, she knew that with the arrival of spring she would soon have to say her final farewells to one of the most important wolves in her life. Age was a thing that no shaman had the power to overcome, and Niviaq herself had offered further enlightenment into the matter the last time the two had spoken. Now, Moonfeather jogged along as Kutcha soared overhead, leading her towards a familiar location. He swooped down behind the massive boulder that hid the entrance to their cave, the glacial cave that had once belonged to MoonGlow herself. Moonfeather entered as well, watching Kutcha inquisitively as he circled and then landed in a dark corner. Walking forward to see what he was up to, his wings flashed in her face as he hopped back into the ambient light of the cavern. In his beak was a long white feather, and the young woman lowered her head to sniff at it. Before the scent reached her nose she knew who it belonged to, and realization came into her eyes. A gift such as this could only mean one thing. Her ears fell back sadly, and Kutcha lifted his beak to poke at her forehead. Snorting, she snapped her jaws at him and he took wing once more. Glancing over her shoulder to watch him go, Moonfeather sighed softly. After a moment, she followed him out, and set off at a lope in the direction that he soared.

She heard the soft call of Sila's voice, and her pace quickened. The call was for family, but that did not deter Moonfeather's intent. She knew Sila, had trained alongside her in their youth, and had every faith that she would be welcome here. Slowing to a jog as she came nearer, Kutcha circled and landed before her. He put down the feather, then turned and offered his own tail feathers to her. Moonfeather lifted her head questioningly, the single feather of his that remained tied in the fur behind her ear shifting. But he rumbled softly and blinked back at her, his intent clear. So Moonfeather leaned down and tested each tail feather, looking for one that was near molting. When she found it, she tugged quickly and the feather came loose with ease. Poofing himself up and then shaking his entire body, Kutcha leapt forward and took flight once more, leaving Moonfeather to bring along the two feathers.

Carefully picking up Orba's feather alongside Kutcha's, Moonfeather walked on towards the site of the den Niviaq and Pan had once shared. Approaching slowly, she sniffed the air and knew that the woman was already gone. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stopped a wolf's length from the entrance to the den and set down the feathers. She called out to Sila as Kutcha alighted upon his mistress' withers, the parting gift of the two raven feathers laying at her paws in waiting.