Bitterroot Valley uuman ∾

kukutux saw that there was a fighting within @Sialuk.

it was silent.

but her raindrop had grown pensive. she did not have so many words. the duck chose this day to take her daughter out, beyond all the camps and all the ears of duskfire and moonglow. she called to aiolos to say that she would be gone for many hours. and then she departed.

the snow was brisk. she had brought a wrap cut hastily from a silver caribou hide. this she had offered to sialuk. the second was her own, fawn-hued.

the wind blew the flakes sideways. they thickened but did not block her eyes. 

"you are unhappy. will you tell me your mind, pukak?"