Moonspear suvaluk ⦕

it would be more weeks before kukutux truly knew.

she contented herself with the work to be done among the ulax, calling instructions to children and hunters alike.

she spent her days with her wife and her husband.

today kukutux decided she would not only glance with curiosity at the mountain. she would go there again. she slung several pelts around her shoulders: a fine wrap of soft doeskin, the vibrant summer fur of a fox, a fine and silken ermine robe. moonwoman carried a second bundle, the skin of brother otter, which sheds water easily. inside, sticks of cured venison, curls of sage and dried blackberry, mushrooms, and a smaller fur-wrapped packet of mysterious herbs for soaking in the hot springs upon the mountain, for both muscles and tea.

the duck put down her things and only looked for a moment at the long wild mountains and the ridgelines her feet still knew. the last time she had been here, an ostrega-man threatened to take this place for himself. she had defended sialuk's claim then and she would again.

moonwoman and smiled brightly to catch scents at the border, and ones familiar! kukutux tilted back her head and called for whoever might hear.