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

she inclined her head, thankful for bronco's polite nature. "it will be another turn of the sun," she said softly. "to make it properly soft." when it had lost its first moisture, the woman intended to use her teeth for the curing of the leather inside, as she did with the skins inside her den. "when the sun is brightest after another morning."

she did not mean to be cryptic, only that kukutux knew only a word for 'tomorrow' and she doubted bronco had heard it before. but she would teach him, kukutux supposed, using her language around all on moonspear with whom she met. an appreciative curve to her lips. "it will be good to share a meal with you. i will make this a pretty thing for fennec."