Big Salmon Lake kuak ⛣

Though he followed darts of silver beneath the water, he hung onto her every word, all ears. It sounded like it was fundamentally what nature needed of them to survive. Just like any other place, but honed to its specifics by what they had. Those were the pieces he felt privileged to learn--about their days, their meals, who they had been, where the world took them.

So it was not all winter's suffering as he viewed it, focusing only on the absences where there was much more than that. Her outlook was quite different. She spoke fondly, and of far more than that--out to the lights that sparked his curiosities. Where he had only seen traces of them before, when certain celestial events he had no knowledge of let them shine this far south (first pointed out by a more experienced eye than him of course), hers were an entire beacon in the night sky.. which how could he argue with that majesty? They didn't need the warmth of the sun to keep happiness in their days, it seemed.

Nevertheless, he felt a fish dart between his limbs, but was too slow to angle a real swing. She shifted his train of thought to another pack's offspring, then how this was relative to his own, before he could say more. Oh? he tilted his head at her as he questioned for more. Hydra had the island wolves in her good graces, though Jarilo knew none of their individuals. What's he like? Yuèlóng I know only through my sister, he mentioned.