Moonspear kinigaa ∫

aw but maybe a @Keres? set for tomorrow morning

the darkness before dawn had grown colder. and still the young wife pulled herself from alongside the warm form of her sleeping husband. little things bloomed in the night, and faded at the touch of sunlight. muzzily, she yawned, stopped at the bank of the nearby stream to dash water across her features, and shook herself awake.

a gathering song, in her throat. a strip of faded red foxfur wrapped around her slender shoulders. green leaves to be found, to be collected, to be taken back to her clearing; kukutux glowed in the gloom, her heart light for this moment.