The Heartwood inuusik ✾

"ulaq" he let out in a hushed whisper, tasting the foreign syllables atop his tongue for the first time. he had no idea as to what the word meant, and gave a questioning glance in the sylph's direction as he turned to follow her down the trail.

"won't it rot if left in the sun?" he questioned, curious as to the science behind her method. his only experience with furs had been tearing through them to gain access to flesh. the idea that they could withstand the decay that he saw so often among carcasses completely flew over his head.