Ouroboros Spine aaĝuliigix̂ ⋣

sorry for the wait on our threads! <3

Lótë smiled, thinking to herself that the euphemism was true. There were times when the pain of what the pale bear had done still stung. There was just simply too much joy to be found in the village and their blended family to dwell on it overmuch. It was easier now. 

"I had hoped so -- she mentioned she might become a mother this year," the second wife dipped her head happily, smiling as she took in the interior of her ulaq (where it was quite obvious that six children were always wandering through), excited that Shikoba would get to experience motherhood for herself. The firsthunter had always been wonderful with Lótë's cubs and had even become an aunt or third mother to them. 

The light in her features dimmed, ears lowering worriedly as she turned back to Kukutux. Sialuk had always been somewhat reserved and solemn but the artist had never truly known whether it was something to be concerned about. 

"I wondered...she is so very quiet sometimes that I never know if she is okay or not," the cloudberry murmured anxiously, wishing she'd asked after the raindrop sooner. "I hoped she was doing okay. Is it what happened when the star fell...or something else?" The Nuiruk's octaves dropped hesitantly, uncertain whether it would make Kukutux uncomfortable if she asked.

There had always been certain customs in what Kukutux's people could speak of in regards to loved ones who had passed. Lótë hoped she hadn't blundered across some boundary.