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a little sound escaped kukutux as she drew up sharply at the sound, ivory hackles prickling beneath her covering. a woman who wore the suntouched ivory hue of walrus tusk caught her eye. she near blended with the snow where she had made a sleeping place, and kukutux subconsciously noted the locale and look of the berry-shrub as well.

"hello," the duck breathed on a shy approach, too startled to make a formal word, though it was soon replaced with sheepishness. "i do not mean to give offense. you are like sister to the snow."