Northstar Vale anugivaalua ❅

kukutux had never before been disappointed by agana, and would not begin now. the emptiness of her companion's jaws emphasized the scarcity of the land, but she danced forward on small paws all the same. "i wanted ... smell the air," the duck murmured, for the air of their little shelter was now laden with the scent of pine.

but agana was not happy, and kukutux' features fell into worry. "i have a little meat stored," she murmured, hoping to cheer the stressed expression of the woman she had come to think of as tigiakpak. "it will not be this way forever," kukutux implored, jadestone eyes searching agana's gilded stare.