Firefly Glen tunngak ⋔

kukutux clucked her tongue. "he is a young hunter. often they make a bad path when they do not have a man's guidance." she scuffed her paw lightly over the foliage in front of them, thinking. "my heart does not have hate for him."

but she did not want to talk about nuak always.

the woman tilted her head skyward. "i do not want to leave, lane," she said in a regretful breath, seeking the other's eyes with a soft look. "this time, it is ... gentle. to my spirit." the other woman had become deeply important to her. the duck would not see her another way.