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3…2..

Why are you counting?

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Wya

Where I am needed.

*Getting herself and her bear a snackie in Cyril. The local populous are fucking boggled at the sight of a white bear.*

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Appetite for what?

He is a Drakkaran polar bear. He primarily eats fish and meat.

*She scratches along his big blubbery neck.*

Too many berries are not good for him. But they are alright once in a while.

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I think this was answered before but what does Uk’tuq mean?

There is no meaning, other than the syllables fit him. I took one look at his face, and it told me his name is Uk’tuq. And so it was.

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:D

*He nudges your hand for more berries.*

No more, my sweet bear. You will ruin your appetite.

*She scratches him behind his ear.*

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*I take the berries and hold them out gingerly to Uk’tuq.*

*His big wet nose snuffles over your palm, picking up berries between his lips like a horse.*

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Can I?!??

You may.

*She produces a handful of berries, holding them out to you.*

He loves berries.

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He’s so cute…….

He is a very cute bear. Would you like to give him a treat?

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*Pets the funny bear. Starts crying.*

Cry as you need, child. Uk’tuq is a good listener.

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https://www.instagram.com/reel/DB3nLySy9tu/?igsh=aXh4OW1vamx4YnBl

Does this happen with Uk’tuq?

*She chuckles at the major image.*

Yes, but he gets grumpy when I try to clean him off. He enjoys the snow.

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Trick or treat!

Oh, you celebrate the Summerween. Let me see…

*She digs through her pouch, and reveals a few pieces of wrapped chocolate.*

Children enjoy these when I heal them. Here you go.

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Are you a spirit or just some gal?

I am no spirit, child. I am alive and well.

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….did the bear come with in Cyril?

Uk’tuq goes where I go.

Once they knew he was friendly, they were less wary.

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*Gives Drou’uq berries*

I thank you for these.

*She dips her head, and digs in her pouch. She produces a bobbin of white thread.*

I traded herbs for this in the town of Cyril, to mend a piece of my clothing. I have no use for it now. You may have this.

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*Gives Uk’tuq berries*

*He eats that shit right up!*

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What’s cooking good looking

Foraging for my Uk’tuq and myself. Although little grows in these woods, it seems…

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He is ungrateful for your maiden's gifts. Wasteful and careless. Why she trusts him is a mystery.

She knows what I do not, and no one is perfect. Perhaps we are fated to meet after all.