Alpine Lake i would swim

touched by the emotion that seemed to sweep the ghost, kukutux thrilled to hear a word of her tongue spoken aloud. thus far, she had been the only one to speak it; the sound was comforting to the girl, warming her further to the mysterious heloise. "alitxux," the duck offered. "one who wars; one who fights."

it would appear, then, that this was how the snowstorm had come by her impressive scarring. aware that they had spoken for some time and she had not shown a hospitality, kukutux pulled the rabbitfur from her shoulders and lowered it to the ground. in its folds were tucked two sticks of dried meat from something cry had called a 'beaver,' its flesh rich with fat. "will you eat with me?" she asked softly, turning her verdant eyes back to heloise.