Moonspear tupigigaa ⊥

more and more, and kukutux failing in her search for an ugi. that must change, and swiftly, the duck determined. she must travel farther. look in different villages. but despite her first thoughts she did not utter these things aloud to jarilo, for all time spent with him was sweet, and she did not want to sour it.

not the shells of bird-eggs she walked upon, kukutux believed, but respect. "boar," she breathed in answer to his question. "something that is challenging. unless you believe it will be too much danger to hunt in the snow." she was not well-acquainted with the winter-run. it had been something the men of the island had gone alone to do, remaining out upon the thick sea-ice for weeks upon end before their return.

and now kukutux, though the taboo whispered in her blood, meant to at last follow in their pawmarks, slowly allowing herself to bend beyond and indulge her own curiosity. "nulettukutik," the snow-wife said softly. "i wish to tell you of — my family," she let out in a breath, having ceased her walk to turn springmint eyes upward toward the tall and observant gaze of her blackfox mate.