Moonspear And the chickens how they rattle chicken chains

"i thank you, bronco," kukutux beamed as she reappeared, setting the clump of fibers at her paw. "this is how dens are made upon the island of my home," she revealed softly, a wistful look lighting her eye. "and the fish, the cache, the furs, those also are skills i carried with me when i came to these lands, and to moonspear when jarilo became husband to me." she quieted her tongue now, not thinking that a growing warrior would wish to hear prattle of her married talk.

"you are from firebirds? i have had a meet with meerkat. she is your sister?" as she asked, kukutux moved across the clearing, collecting a half-dried piece of fish. she offered it to bronco with a firm gesture — eating good fat and meat would help to mend him — and then sat to hear his answers, opting not to rush them to the water if he wished to rest.