Phantom Hollow saviguk ❄

@Andraste

kukutux stood with fog wreathing about her ankles, a familiar chill reaching to her thin shoulders upon which she had no pelt. lost in the river, from which she had gratefully been plucked by agana. and yet the duck was beref again at the thought of her neat little shelter, her carefully dried meats, the furs — all swept away.

trying not to think of it now, kukutux moved deeper into the hollow. it was no place for a new ulaq, but she supposed she had come here to hunt. the long muscles in her haunches flexed; the duck slipped between the darkened trees, casting about for this scent or another.