Whitebark Stream mulberry

Blood?

Wh…Why would you be bloodied? He asked softly, barely even forming the words so that they might be comprehensible. His words fizzled out like a wick that failed to catch flame, and became more of a softly spoken thought than an actual question.

Did she know something he didn’t? He could only hope she meant that maybe, she might some day get a kick from a caribou- not that they were on the edge of some battle he didn’t know about.

Sure, Ice Diver would tell him if such a thing was coming up- wouldn’t she?

He managed a smile, though he felt lightly rattled by Keda’s comment. 

If a day came where she was bloodied, he felt certain it would not be a time for jokes. 

Oh- Sun Eater already, uh, offered us one, He said. The thing still irked him.  But sheep- I’ll get one for you, soon, He promised her. 

Blinking a few times, he dipped his head in farewell- and trotted off to find his wife, questions tickling the tip of his tongue. 

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