Moonspear when i found the angels were drinking wine

"isumalluagiitchuk anun," kukutux hissed beneath her breath. she hovered over arcturus as he began to lash out, buffeted somewhat by his presence in her den. to his brow she held wet moss when he had quieted, and to his lips as well.

his breathing was tense. she searched for medicine among her wrappings, quickly chewing a strip of willow bark into a bitter, weak tea made from its pulp and her saliva. "it will not take all the pain away, but you will be eased," kukutux mumbled, leaning across the wounded man and pressing her lips close, intending to sluice it into his mouth.