Shadewood So many thoughts going through my brain

everyone wanted sons, kukutux thought. they worked hard and brought honour and kills to one's ulaq,, though sons left to go live in the homes of their wives, and daughters left to become daughter again to another woman. "my mother had two daughters, myself and my sister," the duck revealed in a soft voice. "daughters are the root of the tree. sons are its branches. that is what she told us." a bittersweet smile passed over her features, gone as soon as it had come. "you will be a good mother."