Kildeer Rest red paint

Often, Sixsix felt like an extension of herself. He had come to her when the strange storm had taken her home, and he had not left. He supplied her with the means to ask questions of the bones, and he provided other services, too. All he seemed to require in exchange was the occasional scrap of meat from the caches, which Sialuk was always willing to provide.

This is Sixsix, Sialuk said. By now, the crow knew his name, and he cawed at the mention of it, fluffing his wings. And I am Sialuk, daughter of Kukutux. The girl glanced to the hide laying atop the rock behind Towhee. Are you... hunter? Sialuk asked.