Firefly Glen everything is(n't) going to be okay

kukutux rocked back on her haunches. she had not expected him to ask, only to trust her word. but that was because she had grown accustomed to the confidence of her people. she was strange to him, and he to her, this sungold man who had not yet given his name.

"we will pull it this way, out," she gestured. "i will put it between two sticks of wood. if it is broken, it must be put in a straighter way, or it will heal badly." voice soft, eyes curious. the duck wondered how many years the hunter had.