Moonspear kaaksiugun ⋌

Treepie lazed on an outcropping, enjoying the warm sun on their back as it slowly chased the chill from the morning air. As the temperature rose, so did the number of flies buzzing near their ears, setting them constantly flickering. Right about the time the pup grew weary of them and lifted their head, a sonorous call sounded from down the mountain.

Too quickly, the youth bounded from their perch and scampered down the slope. They stumbled countless times as they raced toward the caller, a familiar white figure just past the border. Fresh blood bloomed from their chin as Pie raced toward Kukutux and began peppering her own chin with affectionate, respectful kisses.

Having recently met a certain great grandmother, Treepie found themself signing as well as speaking as they greeted, -“Grandma! It’s good to see you!”- Eyes glowing, forepaws prancing, tail swinging, they backed off a few steps to acknowledge her bundle and add, -“What did you bring?”-