Silvertip Mountain pikpaksriruk ∅

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the trudge of another came to her ears, and kukutux turned with the question in her eyes,

i know your face

mouth open in surprise, and in the next, the duck's features swiftly closing as ice might pattern itself over the surface of a lake. this woman. this barren woman who arcturus for whom arcturus had thrown away moonspear; she who had trespassed the hour that the kisuk had come to challenge hydra.

wraen. she knew the name, dredged it from memory. first upon his lips, then upon the ordering voices of the blackbear. "why are you near to this place?" the snow-wife demanded in a soft, low tone.