Shimmering Sands chugux ✴

unappreciative of how this slight man seemed to mock her, kukutux wished to shout angry words back into his face, insult his bones, his skill as a hunter. but as soon as her rage had come, it was quelled. something about the set of the man's jaw, the flash of his pointed gaze, that revealed to the duck something beyond mockery.

bitterness.

the girl straightened. "i am kukutux." he was one of cry's also, was he not? but she did not know his name. perhaps in the understanding of it, she might be more inclined to understand why he spoke in such a way.