Moonspear call on me, call me

kukutux' own eyes searched quietly for any sign of motherhood blossoming in hydra. but her leader — and now her relative — did not seem to wear it. of course, the sable woman had carried young before. perhaps it is different every time. 

her throat bobbed with a swallow, and a shy smile broke beneath the momentary keen of her gaze. "i think ... i think you will be ajakuluk this year," the duck revealed. "family to your brother's children." she did not know the word, and hoped in the interim that hydra would volunteer it. 

a very proud thought occurred to kukutux as she waited for the stormcloud's response. arcturus had left, and would perhaps sire children with that woman who had followed. unless, of course, she was the one would could not conceive. and unless revui took a wife, his children would not be connected to moonspear either.

she ignored what the feral brother had said about her own babes to realize that jarilo's line would be next upon the mountain. ostregas bound to the stone and bound to blood of hydra.

and she carried that important lineage now.