Shadewood gixtal ⚶

kukutux carefully bit away a stem with broad, furling leaves, soft to the touch. caribou plant, she decided, for they were quite similar if not the exact same. the girl would have gone on to inspect another plant had not a gentle feminine voice sounded behind her. turning, the duck regarded a pretty wolf cloaked in the colour of clouds, and carefully backed from the tangle f branches to regard her unexpected companion more fully.

"i greet you," kukutux murmured softly, noting the white accents to the other's coat. "you are one of cry's?" surely so, but the duck was nothing if not careful.