Kildeer Rest suammaktuk ≜

kukutux often joked to aiolos that she would remain pink once they had left the glacier-lands.

her ruff, her chest, her mouth, even her forelegs, all stained the same blood-rose color for now. today she oversaw the scraping of hides by a young girl from rivenwood and another the same age from a village called sapphique. both of these names had been pared by her accent, but they had not seemed to mind. the one called mireille spoke delightfully herself. and it felt as though inside of her heart, heda held a trader's spirit, which learned quickly and 

when she saw her tall kinsman coming up to the ulaq of snow, kukutux smiled. she straightened gracefully from her tasks and came to greet him. "kiggavik," she said softly, then turned an interested eye upon the stranger at his side. 

the woman was built strongly. her markings drew the eye. it was the bursts of brazen hue that made the newcomer ikualavik at once in her mind. the jadestone eyes brightened. "this woman greets you. welcome to winter hunting of village moonglow."