Totoka River tukisiviit ⪂

in this moment, he made his choice.

kukutux would weep later, but they would not be bitter tears.

she pulled the wrap from her shoulders, a fine piece of caribou-hide, and offered it to sakhmet, placing it around the young woman's own nape if allowed. "go with the spirits," the duck murmured, intending to press both their cheeks with her own. "moonglow will welcome you as kith when you return."

kukutux smiled, stepped back.

he had chosen.

she hoped that sakhmet would take him far from tartok.