Moonspear kunikkaa ❇

jarilo's eyes had followed her, and their verdant glow rested on her now even as she began to groom. men did not often take an interest in the goings-on of women. but he was not a man of the isle. jarilo was an ostrega, and despite the cold and wild nature of his family, he found much to observe. much to see. 

the duck, then, did not believe she had been convincing, and left off attempting to arrange her fur into some semblance of kept. "i think," and there the words stopped, lodging against her tongue. kukutux blinked, looked first at the earth, then the pheasant meat, and finally lifted her hesitant muzzle toward him, searching the greenery of his eyes for any sign she would not be safe.

there was none there, of course; jarilo's affection wore itself in the form of caution, and so warmed, kukutux inched closer and cleared her throat. "i have felt ... odd. sick. like i ate a bad thing. but i did not." was she rambling? sedna. help. "but i do not believe i am sick." a breath. " i th -- i ..." 

through the somber tilt of her features swam a pale smile, one that enlivened her weak countenance. "i think you will be father, jarilo." there was no way to know for certain. perhaps it was an illness all the same. but it was odd, this thing the girl had not before felt. breath held, she awaited his response.