She had only meant to come meditate over the moon’s shimmering reflection on the quiet surface of the lake. Never had she intended to intrude on anyone’s soulful time. Miacoda paused in her tracks, still unseen, and slipped further into the shadows in hopes he would not sense her presence. Feeling a slight guilt for watching in secret, she could not pull herself away. The creature’s bowed head was containing all his color inside. Then as she watched, he reared his head up towards the sky and let his colors out into the air explosively. It was almost a full release, but not quite. Something was still held back. She recognized him then as the one called Kormok, from the clan gathering she had attended.