Ouroboros Spine aaĝuliigix̂ ⋣

Lótë sobered slightly, willow greens drifting to her child again. Dipping her fallow muzzle in agreement, she murmured, "I have faith in you." Kukutux was a wise moonwoman, she had taught the herd-stalker much about the spirits and their ways. 

"I look forward to seeing the Nuiruk family grow -- and hearing about Aiolos' reaction," the dove smiled gently, tail sweeping lightly against the earth. She tried to picture their current clutch of children as older siblings and chuckled beneath her breath. 

Lótë embraced her sister in return, pulling back with a slightly surprised expression -- not expecting the question. "I think so."

The botanist glanced between first wife and the bedfurs where one of their children slept. Her ears fluttered to rest against her skull, considering the question. "There are moments every now and again where things get...sad." It wasn't the easiest thing to admit, but Kukutux was probably the only person she could ever tell. She needed to confide in someone, lest the truth smother her. 

"But I have you and Aiolos. Sialuk, all of our children. Shikoba and Inutsuk. The whole village," the doe added softly after a moment. The smile she turned towards the spirit-talker was reassuring. "There is so much more happiness than sadness. So much love in this place."