Wild Berry Meadow kingullimik ⨵

maybe an ivory rose wolf? :o

the moon searched for her hunters.
 
the depths of early morning were paling when she found herself with the spine far in the distance, and a field of berry-bushes stretching out before her. here the birds had gathered to eat the early fruit; they chirped harshly, and one swooped in anger to pluck fur from the duck's tail.

she laughed and shook free. "go away, little brother!" kukutux called, before she turned back to the berries. slipping the foxpelt from her shoulders, kukutux began to search for the small dark roundnesses of those she could crush into a syrup for the dry cough that sometimes accompanied summer heat.