Shadewood ipiktusuktuk ✺

losing it. she supposed that was the proper way to put it, whatever cry seemed to be experiencing. lost to spirits, lost to himself. kukutux did not understand, but it was not her place to understand. it was, however, her duty to protect herself from whatever violent ire the shaman might conjure against her. 

at morgan's inquiry, a small smile tugged at kukutux' features. she thought of the wandering, feral male she had met, but he was not hers. "i did not," the girl answered. "i have decided to pursue the realm of the spirits instead." a shiver as she said it, for in all her moons, kukutux could not recall a woman ever having been allowed to do so.