Hoshor Plains i sit and listеn, i polish plates until they gleam and glistеn

Kukutux and her working song were just the things that drew Ariadne from her work. Though, at first, she did not cease her work; she began to humm until that melody became the song she hadn't heard in moons.

careful now, the herd is sleeping
wandering tired from a day of leaping
hush! listen? what do you hear?
i hear the hunters returning near
they will be tired from a day of leaping
quiet, children, the hunters are sleeping

She sang a few rounds of this, becoming more distracted as her voice boomed happily; Kaluktuk was rubbing off on her. Eventually, grinning ear-to-ear, she gave a great belly laugh and turned to her anaa with twinkling eyes. It is good to see your face, anaa, she said.