Wheeling Gull Isle neakita flower

The sound of footfalls drew his attention, then his gaze lit upon a pale figure he was certain to be Kukutux for that split-second, but then he dashed that hope against the earth. This wolf had a reddish streak upon their face - and a duck swinging from their jaws. It was the woman from before.

The boy gave a nod, watching her unabashedly, and then drew his eyes up to the sky when the little figures of the birds flew out across the water.

A village with my mother. He was tired, and didn't think to specify which one, and couldn't name his mother aloud because the heartache wouldn't let him. It felt so far away regardless, so what good would names do?

Do you live here? You and the man. Is he your taataa?