Moonspear Mitsik

Kannoyak had met Kukutux. This was a good thing. Had he asked anaa of her daughter, she wondered. The woman felt a girl again, buzzing with delight in his thoughtfulness, of his desire to seek out her mother before coming to the spear. Perhaps he felt the bond between mother and daughter and knew it to be a precious thing to Sialuk.

She grinned at his words, a playful smile. She thought of Sixsix, and how some days she felt she could she the world through his eyes. Gently, she pulled the pheasant toward her, admiring its feathers a moment longer.

Mmmm, she hummed, this is not enough for a bride price. Another grin, this one with mischief behind it.