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

the entrails removed, kukutux began to cut tissues from the inside of the foxpelt, dropping them to the growing pile of refuse. she hummed tonelessly she worked, something vibrating in her sinuses and singsong enough to match the cadence of her work. a woman's chant, to bring the spirits close and keep her efforts from failing due to mischief.

eventually she ceased, gesturing to bronco that he might come closer. "if it were not this fur, i would put it into water, to clean away the blood. but putting water upon this might cause it to stiffen and tear." gingerly she carried the now-excavated fox pelt away, finding the point in the clearing where the sun might shine the hottest this late in the season. "now brother sun will do the rest," she told the young blackbear, grinning and lapping red from her jaws. "tell me more about this young healer."