Wheeling Gull Isle tiritchik ⌮

his neck

throat girdled by a substance kukutux did not understand, a hunter with one eye strode calmly up the beachfront to meet her. the woman dipped her head in a soft obeisance. she did not have a moment to glimpse the colour of the remaining gaze as it lay upon her gift. smoothly, returning to the rootfields of her birth, the duck folded herself beneath the silent inquiries in the deference of woman to man. 

meerkat's scent unfurled nearby; her heart! leaping with joy and delight to see the redhawk girl. but in formality she recognized only the one who had come to meet them. 

and then aiolos was among them, her name rich upon his lips, and she turned her attention to the redsun. "aiolos. i was to say, i am kukutux of moonglow. i have come as we are distance-kin." this last for the hunter who had made his questions. reaching forward, the duck nosed open the pelt to reveal the green things and the dried sticks of meat. only then did she incline her head toward meerkat, ears lifted in delight. "it is good to see your face again."