Moonspear kangaa ☖

kukutux was content to lean against her husband, slim muzzle lifting to kiss behind his ear, as sialuk took the lead into the meadow she had found. here the air bore the scent of snow from high up, and a hint of floated salt from the none-so-distant sea. a glance into jarilo's viridian gaze assured her that he approved of the find; affirmed in her husband's esteem, the duck drifted reluctantly from his side to wade with a laugh into the sea of little colorful blooms. he spoke to them now; she listened, gaze shifting between they and he, and love surging in her spirit.

saviguk was running there now, both of them covered in clinging yellow fluff. a grin broke across her muzzle; for a long moment kukutux was still, buffeted by the rush of air as she sent a silent prayer to the ancestors for protection. it had been necessary to move them from the ulaq, but still she would keep dried berries and fat and cured fish there, for when they wished to visit the sensation of their first home.

in delight she settled on pale haunches to watch her roving children, then lay among the blossoms, casting a teasing glance across the waving heads to see if jarilo might join her there.