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likewise, kukutux enjoyed amaya very much, feeling at last the loneliness lifting from her chest. here was someone she could call a friend, without the dubious, polite tie of 'sister' she shared with gwen. the snowstorm would never truly be a companion to her, but perhaps amaya could be called that.

"have you ever had an admirer before?" the duck asked in spite of herself, suddenly curious as to what passed for courtship in this world. it seemed not so very straightforward at all, chaotic even — it was not something kukutux understood. there were proper ways to do things, but the matter of love appeared to come before all of that for the wolves of the teekon.