Moonspear kangaa ☖

no rest, no rest. kukutux did not mind, not truly; she danced to her paws as sialuk roused them and jarilo set a path through the swathe of greenery. it was a beauteous locale; having gained her husband's approval, the young wife allowed herself the luxury of a congratulations. 

she sprang after them, darting this way and that through the tussocks and the tangled stems nodding with their rich blossoms. here and there a bee rose, disturbed only briefly by the passing wolves. birds blended their twittering; kukutux paused alongside her mate and breathed the sweet air, elated in spirit and mind for the touch of the spirits here.