The Heartwood inuusik ✾

but he was not perturbed. he continued to be interested, and kuktutux felt herself flushing rose-like beneath her pallid coat. "it is like a round den. you can put things upon its roof."

"for the skin, if you remove the fat it does not rot as quickly. you only leave it a short while, and then you use your teeth to soften it."

eventually hers would be worn down from a life of grinding leather, but for now the duck would enjoy her small abilities. slender muzzle tipped to the ground, overtaken by a small grin. "i did not tell my name to you. i am kuktutux."