Shadewood ipiktusuktuk ✺

it was not the dark shaman who prowled upon her that midmorning, but the accented, kind morgan. kukutux knew him from her time before, and despite the fact that she could not recall ever having spoken with the man, she was relieved all the same. "i greet you, morgan," the duck said softly, emerging from her denmouth. lying a quizzical eye upon him, the girl wondered why he had come so close to her shelter.

"i — i am leaving," kukutux provided by way of explanation, though he had asked for none. simply the pressure of his inquiring eyes seemed to demand it, and the girl was hardpressed not to respond. "i came back simply to see gwen's birth, and that is over. now i return to my ulaq."