Moonspear the harvest

alya entered, and with her sustenance. kukutux took it gratefully, casting her fond gaze over her small, questing son. "that is saviguk," she murmured, taking a mouthful of butter-rich flesh from the bird's breast once she had plucked out a mouthful of feathers.

"and sialuk," she indicated of her feeding daughter. sustained by the rich meat, its coursing of blood, she glanced toward alya. "they are blessed to have so much of family around them."