The Heartwood aupaqtuq ⏜

this woman's eyes held a knowingness behind the rich softgold honey coloration. kukutux suddenly felt very plain; she shook her head quickly. "no, it is all right." was there something familiar about the other?

"i will share," the duck declared in the next, sliding out from beneath the branches with a squirrelbone offering for the stranger. "it is not very much at all, but the marrow is rich with fat." curious now, to see where the she-wolf hailed from — and if she might have need of kukutux' honing skill.