Blackfeather Woods Wyrd

So little had been shared in regards to Tulugaak, yet it’d still been enough to captivate the boy. Then as more had been requested, Kove had not been able to prevent a smile from slipping across his lips. He had missed out on moments like these with his first litter, which was something that he had always regretted. Even now, as he shared the tales with Keelut, he felt as if he’d failed as a parent the first time around. No matter what he did now would not change that fact, but he’d not allowed for that to weigh him down. Rather than dwelling on that which could never be changed, he looked towards the future with his youngest children, living in the here and now.

Complying with the child’s demand, the man continued by saying, “Siggupâ, mappijuk kisek siKini sakKivuk.” He had set it free from its fleshy imprisonment, and so it was thanks to a creature of great darkness that they could feel the warmth of the light. The story was one that he had always enjoyed as a child and wanted to keep it from being tarnished within his son’s mind. For that reason, the father had made a request. “UKanga puijuk anânak,” Kove had said. It was not because he did not wish to share the stories of his home with her, but because he felt as if he could not trust her with them. The minds of their children were things that he wanted to teach for himself, rather than allow for them to be corrupted by her thoughts and opinions. And so it was his wish that the story be kept between the two of them.