Duck Lake aanniqtuq ☀

we def can~ <8

He stood still and silent as she explained herself to him in accented but understandable soft tones. Her ways reminded her of Gwen as well, who he had seen give a pause to the prey she had slain before indulging delicately. Perhaps that type of mechanic would bring the women together, and make this a bit easier for Gwen should he follow group with this ordeal that seemed almost inevitable. The woman had seemed bent on marrying him, and while she had made a fair point, he had too. And the worst part was that both of them worked well together. 
But he hadn’t gotten Gwen’s point yet...
and that was a cog that would either make or break the machine.

He was rather impressed by her hunting however; for whales, he had seen. They occasionally visited the coasts of Sequoia, and he had seen quite a few in his time. But hadn’t ever seen a seal... he would have to ask her more of her stories later. Or maybe she didn’t want him to know much more than she told? He wasn’t very fond of others asking of his past...perhaps this woman valued her internal privacy as well. 

As she finished she’s packing the fish across his shoulders, he idly wondered if she had seen the patchwork of crisscrossing scars over his back and shoulders, those he had received as a youth from a bear. Would she think him a warrior like the men she had probably hailed from? Thistle Cloud has thought him comparable to Ragnar himself in reference to her husbands scars - was Kukutux from the same kind of people? Vikings? 

“It fits you.” That was all he could say, as if he would’ve have spoken more, he surely would have too much. She didn’t seem to be particularly talkative in reference to herself... complimenting her would only make this situation harder for him as it was. 

Giving an affirming nod to her after he ran a frosty gaze over her, he gently pulled over her hide a bit to the right, as it seemed to be slipping already. He wouldn’t be able to move at his usual pace, and this would double the time of travel for them. Hopefully the smell of food wouldn’t attract predators, but it would more than likely make them targets.

With a silent sigh, Cry had come to terms that this journey would be long...and it was going to be torture. But they would see it thoroughly intact, together. 

With that, he began the trip, those lean limbs carrying them forward.