Shadewood Drunk Nights are more fun than Sober Ones

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strips of dried meat had been collected into a small cache in the corner of the girl's den, just inside the entrance. her efforts at hunting had downed a grouse and a blackbird; carefully kukutux had plucked the feathers and piled them in a soft heap. with a large fur, the down would make a proper bed, but she reminded herself she had no husband to bring her such things.

she must find them herself, then.

when cry's voice sounded, the duck started, lashes fluttering with surprise. of course, she could not be shocked that he had sought her out. smoothing the fur of her chest with a lick, kukutux moved into his presence. the shaman was thinner than she had remembered, a haunted expression burning in his eyes, and worry spoke to her soul. "i greet you, cry," came her gentle murmur as she moved to and fro to prepare him food. 

perhaps this time he would eat, kukutux hoped, nosing a broad strip of bark holding a fresh strip of pheasant meat toward her leader.