Stavanger Bay you who bares all your teeth in every smile

to see maggak born had been a thing of wonder for kukutux.

now she gently crooned to the second daughter as the doe-woman was made mother, was wrought from bone and pain and blood and power.

against the creeping monsters was her mother's guardian chant, until two sons and a daughter lay against the heaving breast. a laugh was given after the lusty squeal of one boy.

"you have done well," kukutux murmured, helping to clean birth from the downy fur of her three newest grandchildren; tears stinging; mouth unable to keep from its wide smile.

"i will go and hunt. samani, be with her," and kukutux kissed first one forehead and then the other, filled with a satisfied pleasure and a deep sense of oneness with the feminine spirits which had worked here this hour.