Big Salmon Lake kuak ⛣

"two moons," kukutux said shyly. darkness had been part of each day; she had learned not to fear it, but rather live alongside the churning nightfalls and daytime hours that blended. on jarilo's description she licked the toad's flesh and then tasted the meat of the dead amphibian.

a mild flavor, but she did not at all care for the texture. the hunters of moonspear were proud and many; no wolf of theirs would find it necessary to consume these mud-dwellers. stepping over the body, still piqued by the leap and croak of so many others, kukutux looked upon her husband's dark, sculpted profile with a soft expression. "i like when you talk of your mother to me," was the wife's gentle comment, and then she too had put her gaze upon the small silvered bodies.

cued by his interest, the pale gamma slipped closer, warming to the proposition of a hunt in the water. the duck wished to speak to jarilo of their daughter's future, but for now she only wanted the time with him. the moment would come again.