Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

mother bear. of course. she should have known such, but kukutux had been raised to call bears 'forest-father,' regardless of their exact nature. it was not something she could explain, and so only gave a solemn nod to bronco's clarification. despite herself, a slow smile unfurled across her muzzle as the young hunter continued to provoke his own aches.

"that is a good thought," kukutux laughed softly. "but the rain is for the outside. we must heal the inside of your shoulders," the duck went on. "it is not hot, so we use cold to help soothe the bruises. come," she urged, thinking of a calm place she might lead the boy. straightening, she moved some feet away to retrieve her fawnskin, putting the mint-leaves into its curves to carry. "i have things for pain in my ulaq. let us go there first."