Shadewood maquktuq ⛈

if/when you have time! <3

the misery that clung to the shadewood had filtered into the girl's den as well. she did not know why cry had brought her to such a private conversation; watching the two of them move away from each other had sundered kukutux. had she broken things irreparably by her very presence?

waking that morning, the duck was seized with the grave intention of making things right. if she could not stay in cry's land, that was one thing. but kukutux did not think she could depart with things as they were. he was a man and could not understand the ways of women — therefore, she would seek out his wife and beg for forgiveness on cry's behalf.

two hours of hunting garnered the young wolf a lamed swan, its plumage still brilliant against the snow. crimson droplets fell to the drifts as kukutux traveled, searching for @Gwen in the shadows of the quiet forest.