Moonspear the usual

kukutux had kept herself alive on small game in the past summertime, but she had grown accustomed to caches, to agana bringing back kills for her to prepare. it was another reason she wished a husband, and set her jaw with a jealous determination.

the creature chittered angrily, slapping its broad tail against the surface of the dam. the girl's hesitance was apparent; moment by moment, kukutux flushed pinker with shame. how could she live here among these warriors and not even defeat an animal this size? how could she ever hope to measure in hydra's eyes?

desperately, she darted forward, jaws flashing hopefully.