Moonspear Like the sea, I'm constantly changing from calm to ill

snow would come. it had just begun to cool; kukutux knew it was far off, but it would come all the same. it had not been an entire year since she had come to moonspear, the duck realized: the winter would then always mark the date of that for her. contented, kukutux would have lain there a moment longer had bronco not politely announced himself.

the moondrop emerged a handful of seconds later, wiping sleep from her eyes and offering the young warrior a groggy smile as she approached. "ulaakut, bronco." her gaze drifted across the hide upon his shoulders, then followed the scent of fox with a quick flick of lashes that veiled her intrigue. "you have been working before moonspear woke."