Firefly Glen sialuktuk ❀

"you call it a 'month.' we call it a moon," kukutux nodded, lifting a small paw to drape over the other. "this is a moon of rain. next will be the leaf moon, when the land becomes green again. sedna walks the earth, and in her pawmarks flowers grow." a story for children. a story for comfort.

she glanced at the beaver, then at tall revui. "is this a good trade for your pelt?" she teased, a smile playing across the bow of her mouth. he did not wear a coat of nightfall like his siblings. but he was one of them, a wild-made ostrega. she found it intriguing.