Big Salmon Lake aullasik ≎

the sound of the grey brother's name set every part of kukutux to bristling, and though it was silent, she felt as though her blood had turned to the tears of a glacier, burying her in snow.

eyes did not leave eldritch for a moment, and breath came faster as vision narrowed. it truly was the work of spirits.

she did not see what the spirit-talker had been given as vision, 

but terror and relief filled the duck to see that it was so,

and she breathed out audibly in gratitude to the darkstone woman.

"i give thanks."