Moonspear chaadaquudax ✢

they were racing, these children of hers. for a long moment kukutux paused upon the trail to watch them. how they had grown, her ice crystal, her raindrop. surprising tears stung her eyes; throat tightened. would it always be so? it seemed as though motherhood had passed so swiftly. she remained their comfort and they were encircled by her love, but truly, saviguk and sialuk needed her less and less.

as if she might outrun her own thoughts, kukutux broke into a trot at the sound of her daughter's laughter, trilling wildly to them both, encouraging them to the end of their little mights pitted against one another.