Deepwood Weald ᵃᶰᶰˑ úyë sérë indo-ninya símen

she sidled to agana's side, chill cutting through the rabbit-pelt worn eternally over narrow shoulders. this was the woman she had met before, who had offered all of them succor for the coming winter months. and now — now she asked of them to travel. moreover, they were endangered by these walkers spoken of by the pretty kanuk. 

and so the little duck lifted her chin a bit higher, bashfully caught the scarred eye of their leader, nodded. so long as agana came as well, kukutux saw no reason not to also follow.