Firefly Glen homecoming

The huntress said that it was a story of annak and ugi. Kannoyak did not believe that their dialects were the same.

Annak is bird?

The white hunter did not know the second word she had offered him. His head twisted curiously. The huntress did not waste her time. As soon as he had settled, she began her dance. Kannoyak offered to her all his attention. The steady stare of his plum gaze did not waver as he followed her motions. Even in the swiftest of her movements, the huntress had strength and poise.

When she had finished, Kannoyak was quiet. He contemplated the story in her motion.

Ugi… is this death?

The white hunter lifted his chin. She had given him a fine dance.

IniKuk.