Dawnlark Plains lvi. ‘cause all that remains

in her jubilation at having been accidentally found, lótë didn’t even realize she’d closed the distance between them. nor did she stop to think before pressing herself to the curve of his shoulder. there was a ripple of tension through kigipigak, which made her remember herself.

she shifted to step back, lips already parting to spill some apology or cordiality when another pale being engulfed her in a fierce embrace. kukutux! 

she squeezed her sister close, best as she could, with a burst of bright laughter. at the duck’s words, she glanced down at her daughter — whom had pressed in beside her to receive her own portion of affection. 

”aye. but i did not think they would lead us all here,” she quipped lightly, with a grateful smile. she did not care to question the spirits’ choice; they had survived and found their family again. ”are you hunting?” the botanist’s evergreen gaze moved from kukutux to kigipigak curiously, wondering what had brought them to the taigas.