Firefly Glen tunngak ⋔

Sacred objects, demons, prisoners and punishments... Kukutux's story was a jarring reminder of how differently she experienced the world, through the lens of her spirituality. Lane might have felt overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all if the story hadn't been woven so poetically. As it was, Lane was able to conceptualize it as a heroic retelling; not a falsehood, exactly, but moreso an embellished version of history such as one you would tell to a pup when you wished them to glean a moral lesson. 

It was also a reminder that no matter how much she respected Kukutux and enjoyed her company, Moonglow would not be a comfortable home for Lane if she ever found herself parted from Duskfire Glacier. It was some reassurance that Lane had made the correct choice in turning down the moonwoman's offer of membership so many moons ago.

"I'm sorry to hear that this nuak brought so much pain and violence to Moonglow. And after such an effort was made to help him..." Lane shook her head. She would stop short of revealing her own personal distaste for the way events had played out in Moonglow: in particular, for the permanent disfigurement of a fellow wolf. "First, do no harm," had been taught to Lane so early that they might have been actually her first words. A medic's most basic commandment was to never purposefully draw the blood of another.. or so she had been taught. This belief was the reason that her own parents had declined to join up with a pack. They did not want partisan loyalties to ever interfere with their commitment to life. Lane was beginning to see the good sense in their choice.