Hushed Willows But I make no plans and none can be broken

three daughters lay bundled at the golden flank. sedna took and sedna gave. 

and kukutux feared that boone would never see them. he had not been found, his trail leading out into the wilderness. she herself had followed the trail of blood until the scents faded, blending with the myriad other tracks which crossed the land.

when the duck returned, her entrance into the den was finished with the way she met reverie's eyes, shaking her head softly. "boone is not here. the day that your children came, he went to find herbs for me. but he did not come back."

she sucked her teeth, clicking tongue; "there was blood upon the snow, reverie, and it goes out and out until it disappears." vague gesture now for the sea.

pain crossed her face as she looked now to the little ones.