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polite he wished to be, but his familiarity reminded kukutux starkly of kigipigak, of that moment's disrespect.

she had no words for the tall firewolf then, perhaps a passing flicker of amusement that callyope too had chosen a flame. he cast himself before her, and greenstone eyes watched in silence, comforted by the display even as her ire rose that he had addressed her so comfortably, this solharr.

they stood together. kukutux did not question this, but it was to her daughter she spoke now. "no one has come. i must find for myself that you run with strange ones in a place they were not invited. this land is sacred. the lake is sacred."

what foundation now lay here? "what do you build, daughter? will he become sunshine?" he was different; his language was not their own, and she doubted his ways would be. 

bound by tradition, kukutux felt the weight of her age. solharr could have come at any time. callyope was no foolish girl but a woman. why did she then sneak and drift and hide? in the face of her granddaughters' obedience, the chagrin of a daughter felt unbearable.