Big Salmon Lake aullasik ≎

eldritch shared freely of their lore, and kukutux thought this a good omen. a promise from the shadowed woman. and the assurance that came from the other — she had not expected it. cheeks flushed dully beneath the short white fur of her cheeks, but she nodded all the same.

perhaps eldritch held truth in her words.

"daedra," the word curving pleasantly. "in the place where i was born, there is a black flower. our shamans use it to make a path for our spirit world. for them to walk. or for others to come to them." it was the same, kukutux was sure: a sacred plant used for a sacred purpose.

she was only unsure if she was meant to know them.

silently, the duck helped eldritch to search, pausing with a chuff over a patch of reddish lichen upon the edge of a stone.