Moonspear you're not a romantic.

desdemona was in need of guidance, kukutux believed. she was a strong and capable woman, but even hydra for all her ferocity had brought forth many young. the duck paused. "i will dig a hole here." best to put the skull to rest where it had been found; she shuddered to think it was the exposed bone of jarilo's mother or father.

setting about it immediately, the duck's paws were soon muddied. her delicate muzzle turned back to desdemona, and she wished to ask that the woman bring the skull. but those were not the words that escaped her. "ataurauga," she murmured. "sister. i could teach you much of this if you wish." if you come to my hearth. you have none of your own. a swallow. "are you happy, with no husband?"