Shadewood piit ☆

kukutux' eyes widened as not one, but three wolves each made an approach. the first was a goldcream woman who was comfortable to touch cry, followed closely by a large, shaggy male swathed in red and black. cry did not seem perturbed that they did not stay before him, and it was the arrival of the third that held kukutux' attention.

robes of pale down and a graceful gait, the one called gwen curved in feminine ways and looked upon the girl with a kind expression. suddenly, painfully aware of her own angular body, the way that cry and his wife touched one another in ways one of her own people would find rudely intimate, the young duck averted her eyes. of course the shaman would not want her! look who was his first wife!

"i am kukutux," she managed, gaze fixed upon the cold ground between her small paws. "i greet you." so soft was her voice that she did not think the first two had heard her, but she would meet them another time.