Moonspear nuyuiksuk ⚬

the little waterfowl had just drifted into a fitful sleep when a low voice floated out of the snowy darkness.

she started, gasped, ears cupping back against delicate skull. a man, young, with verdant eyes that glowed curiously at her.

tongue momentarily stilled with the initial fright, kukutux struggled up into a position of deference, noting how thickly the scent of moonspear was tangled into his withers. "this woman greets you," the girl mumbled, though the tiredness had crept into her voice and there was nothing to do for it.