Kildeer Rest Winterkill

cameo, skippable

being a good wife was harder than she imagined it to be. one that's foreign with their ways, walking, but sinking on the water they so easily glossed over. k'edghildza heard her husband's call through the woods, but she had other tasks.

tasks that he didn't so much think of! she had been spending most, if not all, of her time collecting herbs that grew in such harsh conditions. she thought of @Ghelan, how much he would appreciate a caribou belt inside his den, around his shoulders.

but she was not a mother. not anymore. not yet. through clenched teeth she ripped a hide from an old bull, fur white with dappled browns. she speckled with oils from the lavender flowers she'd taken from the creek territory. a good gift for him, maybe.