Moonspear If your eyes are looking for something, you're not suppose to see

<3!! always for u

in her heart, kukutux was worried for the match that bronco had seen fit to make in fennec. she was a beautiful sort, well-made and kind, gently mannered and intelligent, but spirits had stolen her vision. even now, with all the moments that they had spent together, kukutux felt the chill of nerves when fennec turned her sightless muzzle in the duck's direction.

but she would say no such thing; she was not cruel. perhaps the girl's mother had not observed the proper taboos during her time of carrying fennec; it was not unheard of that a child should be born with moonswells for eyes instead. and so she had no reticence in her toward the girl, answered what questions she would, and tried to make the way easier for fennec.

she was at her ulaq when the young medicine girl returned; a chuff to announce herself and she was approaching, though nostrils flared at the bitter, telling scent held in the carryskin. "what have you found?"