Moonspear xii mikigak

'you remind me of all the best parts of the winterlands.'

the sentiment warmed kukutux as if it were first sap, broken amber filling the mouth with sweetness. politely she looked aside, seeking to veil the pinkpale beneath the short fur of her cheeks. a lovely thing to be given such a comment by a man from a place wherein they both shared memories.

their time drawing to an end. the woman too prepared herself, but kigipigak did not depart her with swiftness. his words were careful, kind; he would think of her and return. satisified by this, the snow-wife gave a little nod. "you have given me a good sunlight to my day. i welcome your presence here again." tasks and time beckoning the both of them. kukutux smiled gently upon her companion. "may sedna guide you back to your ravenhome." reluctant to leave him, yet pleased to know her kinsman would return.