Bramblepoint suli ∏

Sialuk rarely left the slopes of her home, but the invitation from anaa was too enticing to pass up. Carefully making her way down the well-worn paths that her ancestors had once walked, she caught up to her green-eyed mother and greeted her with a chipper "woof!"

The bones were left at home, but Sixsix had followed her, swooping down occasionally to caw at her. She nipped at the air beside him playfully, careful not actually catch him. He was her companion, her guide, her qugax.

The wind is sharp, she said, smiling at the way Kukutux seemed so comfortable in it.