Firefly Glen tunngak ⋔

"Perhaps your totem is too strong for any of these men, Lane."

Kukutux clearly meant it kindly, but Lane wasn't all that sure it was really a compliment, given how serious Kukutux was about matching eligible wolves. If men didn't want a lady with a strong totem (whatever that was?) maybe Lane should find a way to turn hers down a notch..?

Lane listened hungrily as Kukutux spoke of Kigipigak, identifying him as a Moonglow original. Lane hadn't known that, but she could see it. She pictured him fitting well into Kukutux's pack, but she was uncomfortable imagining him alone and empty as he was described. That's not the man I know. Her Kigipigak was a magnetic personality, vibrant and booming with laughter.

Kukutux commented next on Meerkat. "Oh, I guess that's true," Lane remarked of Meerkat's age. "She's been great with the kids. Veteran adores his Coach Meekah." Meerkat had been so valuable and responsible, Lane had nearly forgotten how young she was. Perhaps that was understandable, as Lane was still pretty young herself. She actually conceptualized herself to be more of a cohort with Meerkat and Sialuk than with the great healers and mothers of the Teekons. She was wholly unaware of how much Kukutux believed her set apart. 

Kukutux had to get going, but she suggested coming by the Glacier to tease Lane. "I'd like that," Lane agreed, matching Kukutux's smile with a broad grin of her own. After they parted, Lane would continue collecting traveling herbs on her own with a spring in her step, listening as Kukutux's song as faded into the distance.