Moonspear uuliutik ◯

kukutux clucked her tongue in a low pierce of sound. "tiuttuk. you are a daughter of ostrega, granddaughter to nuiruk. it is here that your mother was born, on this mountain. it belongs to you. do not doubt this."

a small work-hardened paw reached to brush that of her grandchild's own. "it is good that you listen. it is what i do when there are many around. as moonwoman, as atsak, i am expected to speak. but there are many times when i must only show my face, and open my hearing to the words which are said."

she had noticed, but she did not mention such now. the girl would say when the moment had come. 

"i will give you lessons of healing and the stories of this place. both are yours, and both you will need if you choose to become ruler of this village."

she did not press.

kukutux had learned that even a firm press in love was able to shatter.