Blackfeather Woods Wyrd

The boy’s attention was an easy thing to acquire, though his question went unanswered. It was assumed that nothing was wrong, then, especially after he’d looked back towards the birds overhead. Kove followed his gaze and stared up at them, watching as they moved for a moment before looking back towards his child. “Tulugak,” the father noted. One of the two types of birds that inhabited the woods with the wolves. They’d been there for as long as he could remember, but never seemed to cause any problems.

“Pingigaven?” he asked, curious about the boy’s fascination with them. They were harmless, for the most part; as long as no one tried to attack one, they tended to keep to themselves. As he thought of the birds, he was reminded of an important being in his culture. “Kaujimaven Tulugaak?” was his next question. He could not recall if he’d ever spoken about the god before or not.