Shadewood kiaruk ❂

it felt as if she had returned home to a prison, and though the jailer was kind, he was there to clasp her inside his keep all the same.

kukutux padded meekly past cry, head down in subservience. unsure if he would follow or not, she nevertheless made her way toward her den, intending to clear whatever cobwebs had gathered and ready herself for gwen’s travail.

a breath to the spirits then: if they would not send her a husband, then let her become one who spoke to the souls of those passed. the thought buoyed the duck; in silence she traveled, lost in her own thoughts.