Moonspear tupigigaa ⊥

aw, tags for ref or welcome also :D

there was much to be done before spring. already sikingilak had come. and in its hand, the staff of ice. 

kukutux had thrown out old skins and the collected leaves once brought inside to freshen the air. they were replaced with the thickest furs taken in autumn, overtop pine needles. the scent would pair well with the frost-glass air, she felt. the duck wished greatly for her soul to find its peace, for contentment to speak in her heart. 

and for the first time, the snow-wife wondered if @Jarilo should be harder with her, more instructive and less indulgent. perhaps @Kigipigak had been correct, and the bears spoke in her blood. they had called her little sister. a bear spirit would need a guiding hand, and her husband, kukutux knew, had such iron in him. she had seen it when arcturus came to stand against moonspear.

now to pull it from him. the duck moved through the tangled antres, enjoying the cold solitude of the tucked-away place.