Moonspear aliuktuk ⚶

*worth it*

an easy silence followed his words, wherein kukutux curled herself deeper into the yield of his affectionate warmth. she had settled easily in the routine that followed the earlier chaos. wife, and then the clash of brothers. the shedding of ostrega blood by ostrega fangs. arcturus' cold gaze. revui's stone voice.

the duck shut her eyes, swallowed. wife, and then the relief of discovering she would carry life, the caution she had taken, the care jarilo had shown. always an attentive man. a dutiful husband. 

but kukutux did not know if he loved her, or if he had simply become accustomed to the possession of a wife. she supposed in the end it did not matter, for he tended her kindly and fulfilled all longings she might have. he had given her a strong hearth. she hoped to give him a son in return. "when they are old enough, i wish to take them to the great salt. one day," she breathed into his sable fur, suddenly cascaded over with nameless sensation and a longing for the wild ice plains of her childhood.