Moonsong Glacier inugagulliq ⋒

And I, you!

Kukutux. What a name! Dutch thought it was the kind that belonged in stories, much like Ariadne's talk of villages. It made sense, then, that this was her mother. The panther tried to see in her some shred of Ariadne's future — he could only think that they shared the same sweet grace, even if it seemed a little more gentle and reserved from the moonwoman.

"Then it is an honor," he replied with another wag of his tail, this one more enthusiastic. Her name belonged in stories, yes, but he felt sure that Kukutux must be a storyteller in her own right. "I am Dutch Arjun, son of the White Spine. A son of the Morningside line — but I do not know if any still reside in these lands."

He watched her keenly for a moment, eager to hear tell of his family if she had news. Either way, however, he dipped his head to take charge of the bundle she'd set down.