Northstar Vale Afterglow

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kukutux had already been wife, already known a man, already been prepared for what was to come. her body, then, had only to sharpen in the very last way of her sex, and the budding restlessness had quickly turned to discomfort.

it was the eve to mark a year since the death of her family, and she had been out gathering the gifts for the spirit world.

grief and trepidation swirled chaotically within kukutux; several times she dropped the skin she had been using, and more than once he girl had been forced to retrieve the little things from the snow. 

half-frozen, wanting nothing more than to eat a bit of dried meat and curl into her sleeping place, the duck halted abruptly to see wayward agana returned.

she dropped her eyes; she dragged her skin to the threshold and stood staring down at their paws, and the ground beneath, before slowly, silently lifting jadestone eyes to the tumultuous sheen of agana's own.