Shadewood ipiktusuktuk ✺

it seemed they were well-met in their mutual critique of cry and his ways. kukutux was relieved that morgan did not comment more upon what had transpired between herself and the shaman, for she would not know what to say. reaching across to adjust the furs more easily upon her shoulders, the girl gazed down the broad land over which they must travel. 

"i do not know very much about the meloniis," she admitted, having been away for that time. away, or secluded, as she had wanted to be in the chagrin that followed cry's rejection of her. lapsing into a silence, the duck pondered the ways in which she and morgan were similar, and how she had gone from knowing so little about him to knowing a good deal in a short amount of time.

"my ulaq is small, but you are welcome to stay while we rest. unless," and here kukutux' green eyes raised to the intelligent gold of the man's own, "you have your own travels to forge."