Duck Lake aanniqtuq ☀

some strong and eldritch energy passed between kukutux and this man. he took from her the fur, and stood tensely with it. not until that moment did the girl notice his eyes bore the colour of the ice, the sky.

she did not think she had ever seen a creature with so harsh and brilliant a gaze. astonished and worried by the response of her spirit to his own, kukutux looked aside.

he was nothing like her mate. the boy had been kind, a newly-made man. he had hunted with his father and with her own; he had not been too proud to learn. and when he had embraced her in their sleeping place, he had been gentle, his soul as pure as the brightness of first snow.

she put him from her mind now.

was this man a shaman? unable to help herself, kukutux let the gemglow of her eyes shift sideways. a muted sound of alarm thrummed in her throat as he drowned the fur suddenly.

horrified, the girl tensed. the skin had not touched the waters of this place before, but here was the man, pushing it below the lake’s surface with no regard for its soul, and angry tears sprang to kukutux’ verdant stare.