Firefly Glen [m] revelarlos

flowing through gestures of kind show, the man offered a parcel of herbal origin, its scents already forcing her nostrils into a curious flare.

honeyed floral mingled with the darker curl of leaves she had never before seen. pulling the corners of the skin more widely upon the earth, kukutux assessed the botanage with a practiced paw.

it remained unfamiliar, though she had the sense it was to be "eaten?" she asked, lifting her springmint eyes to the stranger as she gestured hand to mouth.

wariness remained forefront, but flanked by ipiktok and rodyn, the children silent at their heels, kukutux did not see reason to fear. a man with a gift. a strange man, yes, and one who spoke nothing she understood.

but would not this land quite soon be filled with those unknown to nuiruk? 

and was not now the name of the sunshine people known far due to the great journeys rodyn had made?

akmaaski carried a fine otterskin which the duck had meant for a water bag; now she took it from her granddaughter and offered it to the man.

the bundle would remain in her ulaq until she was able to discern what it might be. the perfect hide she offered now was appreciation and an emblem of skill possessed by her people. 

"good trade," she told him, curiosity still glinting in the shrewd jade depths of her gaze.

the clans welcomed traders. she stood poised to do the same.