Phantom Hollow Beams from your M2

not dead, kukutux told herself, stooping over the bedraggled child with a mother's concern.

the sickness had dried up from her as if it had never been; depleted, plush fur near brittle from the effort of supporting the little ones, kukutux strode out into the world, with a word to @Sialuk and @Aiolos, if either wished to follow.

but moonwoman would not be stopped. she had been restless too around the birth-time of her raindrop and ice crystal.

but thoughts of him brought hurt to the duck's heart.

she had followed a river until the land curved down, down, down; it had foamed and spoken with a loud voice, caught in the storm that suddenly washed across the territories. it had driven her into a run, and now she waited among unknown trees, resting upon sodden haunches. 

what a foolish girl you are! the inner spirit scolded in a furor. 

you are reckless, even with children inside your belly!

but it is my way

then change your ways! you have a new man who will be your husband. aiolos has much kindness, but his anger may be kindled to see you here, and near to the time that they will be born.

kukutux sighed.

and now here she was — she had woken, and in the time between sleep and true awareness, her jadestone eyes had beheld a shape that had not existed before.

lightning mother illuminated them both, the woman made of bones and curves, and the child lying soaked and unmoving on the bank. 

kukutux put her head against the small chest.

he lives

but only a little.

lynx now, striding forward to peer over moonwoman's shoulder at the poor babe.

from what path does this river come?

the springmint eyes, widening.

the sea.

perhaps sedna has sent him down this river. do not wait, daughter.

kukutux began to pull the strange son further onto the ground not soaked with water, butting his sides firmly. "napuagullâk," she commanded, willing her mother's power into him. "hakaagal!"