Totoka River tungujuqtaq ≬

kukutux nodded, and thought of wintersbane. while he had not been one for much emotional discussion of the heart, she sensed he had a great gentleness to him. despite the roll of his voice and the scars upon his body, the hunter was good of soul.

"i think that i may have a name for you," the duck assured, shoulders rolling back as she prepared to trek in return to her homeland. "i will make a meeting for you, somewhere near."

she did not know she would return for a death that would carve its way into the side of her beloved mountain.