Cedar Sweep nakuaqqutiruk

Only if you have time!

Asivaq's grief came and went, but today was a better day than most. Even with the storm cloud over her head, she was attentive, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, and generally pleasant to be around; her mourning had been difficult thus far, and she'd fallen into the trap of self-loathing and criticism.

With positivity coursing through her veins, she found space for something she hadn't felt in a while: infatuation. Between the village's formation, the children's birth, and Pinasut's death, she had found little energy for her husband and had relied on him more than usual.

Feeling a little more than frisky, Asivaq howled for @Kigipigak from the den as she watched their children play, summoning him to join her when he could.