Duck Lake aanniqtuq ☀

she had reached out a paw to feebly tap it against the frigid surface, but soon decided it was futile. tucking her foot back into what little comfort was offered by her fur, kukutux let out a low sigh. perhaps the spirit had been right. perhaps it would have been better to take her own life than freeze here in a strange land.

the days of wandering had exhausted her; she would have drifted off to sleep there had not the tread of another roused kukutux from her reverie. angut; his voice was kind, but she was wary. despite the protest of her muscles, the girl rose, eyes downcast.

"this woman greets you." if he was like the other, this dark wolf would not understand why she spoke this way. the realization wearied her further.