Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

"my own leg had the breaking, through the last snow and to the first sun," kukutux said softly. the man's limb was swollen to the point where she could not aptly say whether or not the bone had cracked. 

no matter; he would need rest and care. "i have the name of kukutux," she told the injured hunter. "i am wisewoman of village moonglow, that way," a gesture toward the spine.

for the first time she saw the burnished gold of his eyes. sikrinaktok despite his state. "i will need to make the leg straight. it will bring pain."