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My story takes place in 2021 when Molly is twelve, Tooey is twelve and Trini is nine.
Bridging the Gap Between People and Villages
The kitchen was warm and cozy, the soft hum of the kettle blending with the occasional clink of spoons against mugs. Trini stood at the stove, carefully watching the water boil. Her ribs had been aching her for a little while now, but she ignored the discomfort, determined to contribute.
Molly, seated at the dining table with Tooey, was busy refilling the mugs with packets of hot chocolate mix, trying very carefully to fill each one.
"You're getting cocoa powder everywhere," Tooey teased, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Molly rolled her eyes but smirked. "It's not my fault these packets are impossible to open neatly." She brushed a bit of powder off the table, then glanced at Trini. "How's it coming, Chef Trini?"
Trini turned slightly, one hand on her hip. "Patience, grasshopper. Good hot chocolate takes time."
Tooey chuckled. "She's right. Rushing perfection never works."
Trini smiled, but her mind seemed elsewhere. Molly noticed the shift in her expression and sidled up to her and leaned forward slightly. "You okay?"
Trini hesitated, her gaze fixed on the bubbling water. "Yeah, just thinking about Robbie." She whispered.
Molly exchanged a glance with Tooey, who tilted his head curiously. He had no idea what they were talking about since he couldn't hear them. "What about him?" Molly asked.
"Mom called his parents earlier," Trini said, turning off the stove and carefully pouring the boiling water into a large pitcher. "They said it's okay for me to visit next weekend. But… I know he's got a tough week coming up. He has to see the psychiatrist a couple of times, and I don't know how to tell him that he's not alone anymore. That he has me—and all of us—if he ever needs someone to talk to since I told him about you and Tooey."
Molly set down the last mug and folded her hands on the table, her expression thoughtful. "Sometimes it's hard to say stuff like that outright," she said softly. "But you can show him. Just being there, listening, and letting him know you care—it makes a bigger difference than you think."
Tooey nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and if he's anything like us, he'll appreciate knowing someone's in his corner. Like our villages were when we were lost last week. It's not about saying the perfect thing; it's about being real."
Trini carried the pitcher over to the table, carefully pouring the steaming water into each mug. "I guess you're right," she said, her voice quiet but resolute. "I just… I want him to know he's not alone. That he has people who care about him."
Molly reached out and gave Trini's hand a reassuring squeeze. "He'll feel it, Trini. You've got a big heart, and Robbie's lucky to have you as a friend."
Tooey raised his mug, a crooked smile on his face. "To Robbie, then. And to Trini, for being the bravest of us all."
Trini blushed, sitting down carefully in her chair. "I'm not that brave," she murmured.
"You are," Molly said firmly. "And Robbie will see it too."
The three of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment, sipping their hot chocolate. The rich, sweet warmth seemed to melt away the weight of their worries, if only for a little while.
In the background, the muffled sound of Joy and Daniel laughing in the bedroom added to the sense of homey comfort. Despite their individual struggles, the three friends knew they could face anything as long as they had each other.
* Denali Trading Post *
Layla leaned against the counter in the kitchen, the faint scent of tea wafting through the air. Walter sat at the dining table, his hands loosely clasped around a steaming mug of coffee. Across from him, Grandpa Nat sat with his own cup, his sharp eyes twinkling with curiosity.
"So," Walter began, his voice tinged with suspicion, "What's this big news you wanted to share?"
Layla smiled, setting her tea down, taking a seat and folding her arms. "Molly and Tooey are officially boyfriend and girlfriend."
Grandpa Nat raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his weathered face. "Well, now, isn't that something? Those two have been thick as thieves since they were little babies."
Walter, on the other hand, looked less immediately amused. "Boyfriend and girlfriend?" he repeated, leaning back in his chair. "That's a big step. They're just kids."
Layla chuckled softly. "They're growing up, Walter. And it's not like they're rushing into anything. They're just taking things slow, being there for each other. It's sweet, really."
Walter rubbed the back of his neck, his brow furrowing. "I'm happy for them, don't get me wrong. Tooey's a great kid. But you know how it is. These things can get… complicated. And they're so young."
Grandpa Nat nodded sagely, his gaze shifting between the two of them. "Walter's got a point, Layla. Young love's a tender thing, and it can be tricky to navigate. But I've watched those two grow up, and if anyone's got the maturity to handle this, it's Molly and Tooey."
Layla smiled at the older man, appreciating his perspective. "Exactly. Molly's got a good head on her shoulders. She's responsible, and she knows she can come to me or Atsaq if she needs advice or if something feels off. We've talked about boundaries and being open."
Walter sighed, still unconvinced. "But what about Tooey? He's dealing with a lot right now—his injuries, school, everything. Is this going to add more stress for him?"
Layla shook her head. "If anything, I think it's helping him. Molly's been such a steady presence for him while he's recovering. They're supporting each other, not adding to each other's stress."
Grandpa Nat chuckled, his deep voice filling the room. "Walter, you're overthinking this. Kids like Molly and Tooey—they've been through more than most adults. They know what it means to lean on someone without leaning too hard. It's a good thing they've got each other."
Walter leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table. "I just don't want them to get hurt. You know how first relationships can be."
Layla reached out and placed a hand on his. "I get it, Walter. I really do. But this isn't about us. It's about them. They're figuring it out together, and they've got us to guide them if they need it."
Grandpa Nat nodded, his expression thoughtful. "And if you ask me, Walter, worrying too much can do more harm than good. Let them find their way. Be there when they need you, but trust them to make good choices."
Walter sighed, a reluctant smile creeping onto his face. "I suppose you're both right. Molly's got a good head on her shoulders, and Tooey's one of the kindest kids I know. If anyone can make this work, it's them."
Layla smiled warmly. "Exactly. They've got this. And if they don't, we'll be here to help them figure it out."
Grandpa Nat raised his mug in a toast. "To young love and the wisdom of old folks like us. May they find their way—and may we keep our worries to ourselves, at least most of the time."
Walter chuckled, finally relaxing. "I'll drink to that."
The three of them clinked their mugs together, the warmth of their drinks mirrored in the warmth of their hearts. Despite Walter's lingering concerns, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Molly and Tooey were growing up, and with the love and guidance of their family, they'd be just fine.
"Dad, I think "old folks" isn't universal to all people present." Layla said turning away and smiling. Walter looked at Nat, expecting him to be indignant. He saw that Nat was smiling.
* Mumford Residence *
The laughter and warmth in Trini's house slowly faded as the night wore on. The mugs of hot chocolate were empty, and the last crumbs of Joy's cake had long been devoured. The kids sat around the dining table, their energy mellowing into a comfortable calm. Tooey leaned back in his wheelchair, his eyes heavy with the day's excitement, while Molly rested her chin in her hand, smiling softly at Trini.
Trini stretched carefully, mindful of her ribs, and pushed her chair back. "I should take a shower and get ready for bed," she said, standing slowly. "It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted."
Molly nodded, rising from her seat. "Yeah, it's probably time for us to head out, too. Thanks for having us, Trini. It was good to catch up."
"Definitely," Tooey added, his voice warm but tired. "It's been a while since we've all been together like this."
Trini smiled, her eyes bright despite her fatigue. "I'm glad we could. Be safe getting home, okay?"
Molly gave her a quick hug before turning to Tooey. "You got it Trini. Come on, let's get you back to your place."
Tooey nodded, and Molly helped him into his coat before wheeling him out the door. The night air was crisp, and the stars glittered above them as they made their way to Tooey's home.
"That was fun, I glad we were able to visit Trini. I really missed seeing her." Tooey said shivering slightly despite being bundled up. "I am happy too. She seemed very happy except for when she was talking about Robbie." Molly deadpanned, as she was pushing the wheelchair.
Tooey noticed her sullen expression. "Why are you sad Molly? We had a great time, and we all talked about how Trini meeting him was a good thing. What is making you sad my Shaeeyaa." Tooey said trying to make her smile.
Hearing the name she was growing to love, she couldn't help but smile. "I am not really sad. I was just thinking if there is something we could do that Trini could take to Nenana for her visit with Robbie."
"We can call her in the morning when we wake up. Maybe we'll have some ideas then." Tooey concluded shivering again. Molly heard the shivering in his voice, "We're almost home Teekkone. Just a few more minutes." Molly assured him.
The walk to Tooey's house was quiet, the night air cool and refreshing after the warmth of Trini's home. Molly pushed Tooey's wheelchair carefully, her hands steady on the handles. The soft glow of the porch light greeted them as they arrived, and Tooey handed Molly his keys with a small smile.
"Thanks for everything tonight, Shaeeyaa," he said, his voice warm.
Molly smiled back, her heart fluttering at the sound of his nickname for her. "Always, Teekkone."
She struggled slightly turning the chair around and pulling him up the step before unlocking, and opening the door.
Inside, the house was still, the kind of quiet that felt welcoming after a busy day. She brought the chair besides the stairs and helped Tooey to stand before taking the chair upstairs. Tooey leaned against the wall and watched as his lady labored for him.
He felt bad that he was not able to help her. "I hope there comes a time when I can do for her. To repay her for the time, effort, love and understanding I have been receiving from her." He thought to himself.
Leaving the chair upstairs, she walked back down and leaned against the wall next to him. She reached out and gave him an arm to lean on. She waited a few moment, catching her breath before placing his arm over her shoulder and guiding him up the stairs.
At the top of the stairs, she guided him back to the chair and eased him down. "I can wheel the chair when we're up here Molly, you don't have to push me everywhere." Tooey demonstrated by reaching up and rolling the wheel forward and backwards. She watched as he moved the chair backwards and forwards and backwards.
Alarmed she ran forward, getting behind the chair and stopping its' motion. "Yes you can Teekkone, but falling down the stairs would be a bad thing to have to explain to your mother, when I am here to help you." She warned him placing a kiss on his head. "But I like the effort. I got this Teekkone."
Molly wheeled Tooey toward his bedroom, pausing in surprise when she spotted their swim clothes neatly folded on the bed.
"Did you do this?" Tooey asked, glancing at her with a curious expression.
Molly shook her head. "No… maybe your mom left them here?"
Tooey chuckled softly. "She must have. Guess she figured we'd need them. I also think she might know why we needed them."
Molly smiled, picking up the clothes. "Well, she's not wrong."
Picking them up, she handed them to Tooey as she turned and wheeled into the bathroom. In the bathroom, Molly helped Tooey out of his braces, her movements practiced and gentle. "You doing okay, Teekkone?" she asked, glancing up at him.
He nodded, his voice soft. "Yeah. Thanks, Shaeeyaa."
Molly started the bath, letting warm water fill the tub before adding a generous amount of bubble bath. The lavender-scented bubbles rose quickly, filling the room with a calming aroma.
Like before, she helped him out of his clothes and into his swim trunk before helping him to stand so he could pull them the rest of the way up.
Once he was ready, she helped him into the tub, steadying him with care. After ensuring he was comfortable, Molly turned around and slowly undressed, before changing into her swim shorts and t-shirt.
Tooey watched her with a smile. "You didn't have to do all this, you know." Molly grinned as she climbed into the tub, sitting near his chest with her legs alongside his hip to avoid his injured thighs. "Of course I do. Someone has to keep you out of trouble."
He chuckled, the sound light and comforting. "Good thing you're stubborn enough for the job."
Molly knew that he could wash himself, but her nurturing nature took over. Molly dipped a washcloth into the warm water, wringing it out before gently running it over Tooey's shoulders.
Tooey leaned forward slightly, so she could have better access to his back and shoulder. The bubbles shimmered under the soft bathroom light, and for a moment, it felt like the world outside didn't exist.
"You know, Teekkone," Molly said softly, her tone serious, "you're not alone in any of this. I'm always here for you."
Tooey met her gaze, his expression earnest. "I know, Shaeeyaa. And I'm here for you, too."
The quiet between them was filled with unspoken understanding, the warmth of the water and the lavender-scented air wrapping them in a cocoon of comfort.
She finished his shoulders and back. She scooted down the length of the tub and slowly and carefully did below his knees. Looking up at him when she finished she passed him the washcloth. "The last parts, I think you can take care of them without me helping you." She told him blushing slightly.
Smiling he took the washcloth, dipped it into the water and finished the parts Molly hadn't done.
When he finished, he rinsed the washcloth and dipped it in the water getting it soapy again. He reached forward and started washing the parts of her legs he could reach. She watched as he used the same amount of care she used when washing him. "Teekkone." She whispered.
He kept on washing her legs getting higher, starting on her thighs. "Teekkone." She whispered again just a little louder. He'd zoned out as he had been attending to her. Hearing his name he immediately snapped out of it. "Yes, Shaeeyaa."
She placed her hand onto his as he had halted his movements when he heard his name. She smiled and moved his hand holding the washcloth over her hip, and thigh up to the lower seam of her shorts.
Watching her, he just waited for her next move. She lifted his hand and moved closer to him, so he wasn't reaching too far. She repeated her previous actions on her right knee, her hip, and her thigh bringing his washing hand to the seam of her shorts again. She allowed him to finish below her knees since it was now closer to him.
When he finished, she scooted closer. She turned her torso slightly to the right and presented her back to him. She turned as much of her back to him as she could and still be in the tub. He was able to reach about halfway up her back under her shirt.
Turning back to face him, she took the washcloth from his hands. "You can't reach my other side, I can take care of it. Thanks, Sha'oodèe." Molly smiled reaching under her shirt and shorts as she finished cleaning herself up. "Could you unplug the tub Tooey?" She asked as she reached back and picked up a towel for each of them.
Molly helped Tooey to dry off the areas he could not reach. She then helped him into his pajamas. She then dried herself off but kept her swim shorts and t-shirt on. The material was sticking to her skin, but she didn't care. She wrung out Tooey's trunks as best she could before placing them onto the vanity.
"I'll get those into the laundry before I go home." She told him. Hearing her, he turned his head upward as she got behind his chair to push it. "You're not staying?" Molly shook her head. "Mom never said I could stay tonight. So, I'll be going home once you're in bed Teekkone."
From her vantage point above him, she saw his shoulder's sag. "Remember earlier when you said how you hate it when I leave you." Tooey looked up and back nodding his head. "You also said that the best part is when I come back, right?" She asked him.
Again, Tooey nodded. "I see you when I do come back." Molly reassured him kneeling in front of his chair and placing her arms on the rests. Tooey reached forward and held her hands in his. She felt him squeezing them. She smiled when she felt the warmth in his gesture.
"I should be back in the morning. Someone has to help with the dogs." Molly told him smiling. She squeezed his hands back before releasing him and getting back behind the chair and guiding him to his room.
She guided him to his bed, fluffing the pillows and moving the sheet and blanket so he could get under them. She gently guided him into place on the bed before pulling the covers near to his head.
"There," she said, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "All set."
Tooey reached for her hand, his fingers curling around hers. "Thank you, Shaeeyaa."
Molly smiled, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "Goodnight, Teekkone. I'll see you tomorrow."
As she turned to leave, Tooey tugged gently on her hand. "Wait."
She looked back, and he pulled her closer. Sensing what he wanted she leaned closer, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. When they pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were soft with emotion.
Turning to leave she released his hand and stood up. Tooey tried to reach for her hand again but instead patted her on the behind.
Feeling his hand touch her butt, she immediately stopped and slowly turned around to face him. He watched her expression wondering if he had crossed a line or something.
She sat down on the bed, picked up his right hand and placed them intertwined on top of her lap. "Everything okay, Molly?" He asked. She leaned forward, placed a kiss on his cheek and whispered into his ear. "My parent's are the only people to ever touch my butt."
She brought herself as high as she could being in a seated position. She raised his hand from her lap and placed a kiss onto it. "Everything is okay. Teekkone. Have a good night. I'll see you bright and early in the morning."
"Be safe getting home," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I will," she promised, her hand lingering on his for a moment before she stepped away.
After ensuring Tooey was comfortable in bed, Molly excused herself to change out of her wet clothes.
Still feeling the heavy pattering of her heart, she returned to the bathroom, where she carefully peeled off her damp swim shorts and t-shirt, and wrung them out over the tub. Seeing her clothes neatly folded on the vanity—she quickly dressed in her underwear, jeans, t-shirt and Qaspeg, the soft fabric warming her skin.
Gathering the wet swim clothes, she made her way downstairs to the laundry room. The quiet hum of the house was soothing as she opened the dryer and placed their clothes inside. She set the timer and smiled to herself, remembering how she'd done the same thing the evening before.
With the dryer humming softly behind her, Molly headed back upstairs to Tooey's room. She moved quietly, not wanting to disturb the calm atmosphere. Tooey was still awake, his dark eyes following her as she entered.
"You're back," he said softly, his voice tinged with a mix of sleepiness and affection. "Of course," Molly replied with a smile. She walked over to her backpack, which was propped up against the wall. She began packing her clothes, medicine, and slippers. Once everything was neatly tucked away, she zipped it up and slung it over her shoulder.
Molly turned to Tooey, her expression tender. She leaned down, brushing a soft kiss against his lips. It was sweet and lingering, a silent promise in the quiet of the room.
"Goodnight, Teekkone," she whispered, her fingers brushing his cheek.
"Goodnight, Shaeeyaa," Tooey murmured, his voice heavy with drowsiness. "Be safe walking back."
"I will," she assured him, her smile warm as she stepped back.
The walk back to the Trading Post was peaceful, the stars overhead lighting her path. Molly's thoughts swirled with the events of the evening, a sense of calm and contentment settling over her. She felt a deep connection to Tooey, one that grew stronger with every shared moment. Reconnecting with Trini was just as strong. They picked up where they had left off when they were in the hospital. Their friendships were as strong as ever.
As she neared the Trading Post, the familiar sight of the building brought a smile to her face. Molly slipped inside quietly, careful not to make too much noise since her parents would still be up. She headed up the stairs to the living area.
Suki lifted her head, barked once, then ran at Molly. Layla looked up from her paperwork. "Molly, welcome back. I assume Tooey and Trini are okay?"
"Never better. Everything is just as it should be. We're all together again. We're all healing and as you already know I am in love with my best friend." Molly gushed as her mother watched.
"You could have stayed if you were needed. I don't think you had to ask me for permission. I don't believe Atsaq would have minded. You do remember that Atsaq and I converse daily." Layla informed her.
"I know mom, but I do miss my family, my dog, and my room. If that were the case you wouldn't see me for almost six weeks while Trini and Tooey were healing. You would miss me." Molly countered.
"True, I can understand you have been missing those things, but since you have been with Tooey. I bet you he'll be missing you even more." Layla said.
"Yes he will, but he assured me that even though I left. He would be grateful for the moment I come back to him." Molly said smiling broadly. Moll went up to her room.
Removing the clothes she had in the bag, she placed them into the hamper in the bathroom. Back in her room she found Suki still on the bed waiting for her. She petted Suki until she laid down and let her rub her belly.
She stopped and Suki jumped towards her and licked her vigorously. She tried in vain to prevent Suki was giving her another bath. "Eeeeeewwwwwww, you are so lucky I love you, girl." Pushing her off of the bed."
She removed her sneakers, pants, and t-shirt placing them onto the bed. She opened her drawers and removed her puffin pajamas. As she held them, her mind returned to the pajamas Tooey lent her. They had a husky on them. "I do like them too. Mostly for a different reason. Even though they were always clean, I can still smell Tooey on them." She thought to herself.
Feeling the chill in the air, she put her usual pajamas on. She climbed into the bed. Suki remained on her back just chilling out. Seeing her, she reached over and rubbed her tummy. Her tail wagged for a few moments before she stopped and fell asleep.
Forgetting her medicine, she walked over to her backpack and removed her medications. Removing a couple of her pills, she retrieved a glass of water before she took the pills. "Cool, now I am medicated, tired, and very happy." She whispered to no one in particular turning off the light. Her smile lighting up the now darkened room.
"I am glad Teekkone thought he had done something wrong when he touched my butt. I can't believe my heart jumped when he did it. Who knows I may grow to like this side of Teekkone. I wonder how far we'll go in exploring our relationship." She thought snuggling up to Suki who protested when Molly pulled her close to her.
"I haven't seen you in days, you should be happy I am hugging you right now." Molly said as she pulled the covers up and enveloped them both in blankets, and quilts.
"Good night my Sha'oodèe. I love and miss being close to you. Yesterday was something I would love to do every night." As she lay in bed, the memory of Tooey's goodnight kiss lingered, filling her with warmth as she drifted off to sleep.
* Auntie Midge's House *
Late that evening, Auntie Midge was at her cozy home, nestled in her favorite armchair by the radio equipment she used for her broadcasts. Her daughter, Renata, was tidying up the kitchen, and her grandson, Oscar, was sprawled on the living room floor, engrossed in a puzzle. The phone's sharp ring broke the quiet hum of their evening routine.
Midge answered, her voice steady and warm. "Hello, this is Midge."
"This is the Alaska Regional Office of the National Weather Service," the voice on the other end said urgently. "A major storm is heading for central Alaska. It's expected to hit your area by 5:00 PM tomorrow and last for about three days. Please alert your community so they can prepare."
Midge's face grew serious as she jotted down the details. "Thank you for the warning. I'll make sure the word gets out."
After hanging up, she turned to Renata and Oscar. "We've got a big storm coming our way. Time to get ready."
Renata nodded, already thinking of the supplies they'd need. "I'll check the pantry and make sure the generator's ready. Are we going to need anything from the Trading Post, mom?"
"When you're done with the generator and I finish alerting Qyah, we'll see if we need anything from there, okay."
"Sure, thing mom." Renata said bundling herself up to go check on the generator.
Oscar looked up from his puzzle, his young face curious but unafraid. "Is it going to snow a lot, Grandma?"
Midge smiled gently, ruffling his hair. "More snow than you've ever seen, my boy. But don't worry—we'll be just fine."
She moved to her broadcasting equipment. She waited a few moments for the tubes in the radio to warm before broadcasting the news. Her voice was calm but firm as it carried the information over the airwaves.
"Attention, friends, and neighbors of Qyah. This is Auntie Midge with an important weather update. A major storm is heading our way, expected to arrive by 5:00 PM tomorrow. Please make sure you're prepared—stock up on supplies, secure your homes, and stay safe. No dogsledding tonight."
She immediately called the Trading Post once she finished with her broadcast. "Denali Trading Post. Layla speaking." Midge looked outside the window, the darkness seemed darker to her despite being a calm evening,
"Layla, there's a strong storm coming. I alerted everyone, you may want to open the post and allow people to get any supplies they may be needing. It's not expected to hit until tomorrow evening, but people may want to get prepared sooner than later. So be ready." Layla looked around and noticed Walter had been listening.
"Thanks, Auntie. We'll open as soon as possible." Layla relayed hanging up the phone. "Walter get Molly, we need to open for the rest of our neighbors. There's a big storm coming and we were advised that the neighbors may be needing supplies, and we have to ready for them to get them."
"I'm on it." He quickly said taking the steps to the living area two at a time.
Walter gently shook Molly awake. "Molly, it's time to get up. There's a big storm coming, and we need to help our neighbors to get ready."
Molly groaned softly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Already?"
Walter chuckled. "Yep. Molly Doodle, storms don't care if we're tired. We've got work to do."
Molly stretched and got out of bed, quickly pulling on her warm bathrobe. She walked out to the living room and saw her father going down the stairs. She stepped into the kitchen, and looked down the stairs. She saw that that Mom was behind the register and he father was nowhere in sight.
Walking down the steps, Molly was surprised when she heard her name being called from the storeroom. Reaching the bottom of the steps she turned towards the storeroom. "We're opening the Trading Post early so folks can stock up on supplies. I need you to help organize the shelves and keep an eye on what's running low. Also restock if necessary."
Molly nodded. "Got it, Dad." She quickly jumped into action. By the time the doors opened, a steady stream of neighbors began arriving. Families bundled up in heavy coats came in to buy essentials—canned goods, batteries, candles, and firewood and a whole more. Molly worked alongside her dad and mother, helping customers find what they needed and restocking items as they flew off the shelves.
"Aren't you glad I took some leave? Otherwise, you'd be doing this by yourself since Trini would not be able to help." Daniel and Joy were outside tending to the chickens. Joy carefully carried buckets of feed while Daniel reinforced the coop against the incoming storm.
"Honey, I am always grateful when you can help me. I love the "special" times we have together when a storm is coming. Joy just rolled her eyes. "I love our "special" time too. How about the chickens?" She asked.
"These girls are going to need extra protection," Daniel said, securing a tarp over one side of the coop. "The wind's going to be brutal. Thankfully, once the snow piles up, it'll actually insulate the coop."
Joy nodded, scattering feed for the clucking birds. "They'll be fine as long as we keep them warm and fed."
Trini watched the flurry of activity with a determined expression. "I want to help," she yelled, stepping out of the house with Four-Spots by her side.
Daniel shook his head gently. "Trini, you're still healing. Those ribs need time to recover."
"But I can do something small," Trini insisted.
Joy turned from feeding the chickens, "Trini, listen to your father. The best way you can help is by resting and staying safe. We've got plenty of hands to manage things."
Trini sighed, but she knew they were right. "Fine. But if you need anything, just let me know."
They both watched as their daughter walked away followed by her dog. She was still dressed in her nightgown, but had a jacket over it and her slippers.
Daniel and Joy finished their work with the chickens and came inside, their cheeks red from the cold. "Coop's secure," Daniel reported. "They'll be snug as bugs in there." "Good," Joy said hugging him. "We're as ready as we're going to be." She declared.
"Do we need anything from the Trading Post or the Co-op. Since the storm is going to last a few days?" Trini asked from the dining room table. Daniel and Joy looked at each other. They both stood and opened all of the cabinets and the refrigerator, and the deep freezer.
After completing their inventory, Daniel left the house with a list of a few things they wanted to have on hand in case they lost power or food that didn't need refrigeration. Joy also left the house, but they were both going to different locations. Joy headed for the co-op, and Daniel for the Trading post.
Trini just waited for them to return. She sulked because she felt like when they were in that makeshift tent. She was useless because she couldn't help in any way. She looked around and felt her chest. "I still feel useless, even here in my own home."
She climbed onto the couch and laid down with her head on the arm rest. When her parents returned, they each were carrying a box or two. She remained in place until they closed the door.
She watched as they sat on the dining room chairs taking a breath. Seeing their child with a sullen expression, Joy asked, "Trini Bear, is something wrong?"
When she was asked, tears began to flow down her cheeks. "I am useless. I can't help anyone or do anything. What good am I if I can't help those I care about when they need it. I couldn't do anything in the tent, I can't do anything here. I –."
Trini's rant was interrupted when both her parents picked her up and sandwiched her in a hug. "This is good, but it's not helping. I still feel like I am -" She stopped when her mother covered her mouth.
"Number one, Trini you are not useless. You are injured and need to rest, so that is why you couldn't help us. Two, you did help us." Trini wiped her eyes. "Oh yeah, how?" She asked sarcastically thinking she was being made fun off.
"You alerted mom and me of the things we needed and where we needed to get them. Had you not thought of it, we would not have had the time once the storm hit of getting them. For someone who thinks they're useless, that one statement earlier saved us from needing things later." Daniel informed her, hugging and replacing her onto the floor.
"It wasn't much, just thinking about what Molly always said, if we need something go to the co-op or the Trading Post. I was just saying it."
Joy smiled and patted her on the head. "It was a good thing you did remember it. Your dad and I were so busy with the chickens that we never thought of it. You did."
Trini smiled wiping her eyes again. "Glad to help."
"Mr. Rowley, this is Midge. We've got a big storm coming, and we need to make sure the snowplows are ready. Gas them up and double-check the equipment. We'll need those roads clear as soon as it's safe."
She paused, listening to his response, then added, "Please call Mr. Patak. You two coordinate, all right? Thanks. Good luck."
Across the town, families began their preparations. Snow shovels were brought out, firewood was stacked, and pantries were stocked in anticipation of the storm. Midge was pleased she was able to alert the village and give them the maximum amount of time to get prepared.
* Denali Trading Post – Next Morning *
The next morning, Molly opened her eyes. She noticed that it was barely lit outside. She rubbed her eyes and slid the covers off. Suki hardly moved when the blanket covered her completely.
She thrashed a moment just to get her head out. She turned and looked at Molly. She had left the room. Suki started to get up when she heard a sound, and her tail started wagging.
Molly had a glass of water in her hand. She picked up her medicine and took a couple of the pills. She felt her head and rubbed her eyes again.
"What time did we finish last night?" She wondered, looking at her clock radio. The screen showed 7:03 am. I had to restock a few shelves at least three times. I think we're going to have to reorder a few things we had run out of." She said, talking to Suki.
She just wagged her tail and placed her head onto Molly's lap. Molly petted her for a few seconds. Making up her mind, she stood and started her morning routines.
When she finished and was dressed, she prepared her backpack with a few extra clothes for her trip to the Ookami's to help Tooey and Atsaq.
Between the Trading Post and the Ookami Residence *
Fifteen minutes later, Molly was all bundled up. She made her way to Tooey's house. Her heart was racing since she knew that he would be happy when she returned. She knew he said that was his favorite part.
Molly admired the scenery as she walked from the Trading Post towards Tooey's house. Mostly she saw snowdrifts that had been piled up because of the efforts of Mr. Rowley, and Mr. Patak. They were responsible for making sure the roads were clear.
Her gait was fairly rushed since she was eager to spend some time with him before the storm arrived. The sky was heavy with gray clouds, but the air was calm, giving no hint of what was to come.
She knocked on the front door. A moment later, Atsaq opened the door. She was looking kind of tired herself. "Are you okay Atsaq?" She nodded and stepped aside allowing Molly to enter the house.
Atsaq yawned and stretched a moment before closing the door. "Tired." Was all she said. Seeing her yawn, Molly yawned as well. She ended it smiling, "You started that, Atsaq."
Atsaq just nodded as she also smiled. "Here to wake up our little wolf?" She asked. Molly nodded, removing her parka, gloves, and scarf. She placed them onto the hooks by the front door.
Hefting her backpack, she headed for the stairs. Before she lifted her foot, "Molly, please take these with you. You might need them later." Molly watched as Atsaq placed her swim shorts, t-shirt and Tooey's swim trunks neatly folded into her arms. "Thanks, Atsaq."
She quietly stepped into his bedroom, her breath slowing as she saw him still sound asleep. His face was peaceful, his dark hair slightly tousled against the pillow. The room was warm, thanks to the space heater that made the room nice and toasty.
Molly smiled softly to herself, then toed off her sneakers and carefully climbed into the bed beside him, staying above the covers. She propped herself up on one elbow, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
"He looks so peaceful." She whispered.
She wanted to wake him, but seeing how deeply he slept, she decided to let him rest a little longer. The warmth of the room and the comfort of being near him made her eyelids grow heavy. Before she could fight it, exhaustion took over. She drifted off to sleep placing her head next to Tooey on the pillow they shared.
An hour or two later, Tooey stirred, slowly blinking awake. He immediately sensed something different—there was warmth beside him, a familiar presence. Turning his head, he found Molly curled up next to him, her face relaxed in sleep.
A tender smile spread across his lips. "Shaeeyaa," he thought, feeling a deep warmth in his chest.
Carefully, he extricated his arms from under the covers and reached around her and pulled her closer. He wrapped her gently in his arms. He guided her head to rest against his chest, feeling the soft rhythm of her breathing.
Molly sighed in her sleep, nestling into him instinctively. Tooey let out a quiet chuckle, brushing a few strands of her hair away from her face. He pressed a light kiss to the top of her head, then closed his eyes, simply enjoying the moment.
Though he remained awake, listening to the muffled sounds of the wind picking up outside. He stayed still, holding her close. The storm might be coming, but for now, in this quiet moment, everything felt safe.
The house was unusually quiet. Atsaq, standing in the kitchen, had expected to hear movement from upstairs by now. She had let Tooey sleep in since she knew he needed the rest, but the silence had stretched on for too long.
Frowning, she wiped her hands on a dish towel and made her way up the stairs. She knocked lightly on Tooey's bedroom door, but there was no answer. Pushing open the door, her breath hitched slightly at the sight before her.
Tooey was awake, lying on his back, his arms wrapped protectively around Molly, who was still fast asleep against his chest. Her body rose and fell with steady, peaceful breaths, her face completely relaxed.
Tooey looked up at his mother, his expression a mix of curiosity and concern. "Mom… why is she so tired?" he asked in a hushed voice, careful not to wake Molly.
Atsaq's gaze softened as she walked closer to the bed, lowering her voice to match his. "There was a storm warning last night, the one you already knew about," she explained. "The Trading Post opened early and didn't close until after midnight. People were rushing to get what they needed before the storm hit."
Tooey's brow furrowed as he glanced down at Molly. "Did she help?"
Atsaq nodded. "I'd say so. When I went to get supplies for us, there were a lot of people there. Walter and Layla were busy, and I wouldn't be surprised if Molly jumped in to help them." She sighed, crossing her arms. "She must've been on her feet most of the night."
Tooey looked down at Molly again, guilt creeping in. He hadn't even realized how much she had done the night before. He thought back to how she had climbed into bed with him, exhausted, and how she had fallen asleep so quickly. She must have been running on empty.
He pulled her just a little closer, adjusting her head gently against his chest. "She should've told me," he murmured, brushing his fingers lightly over her hair.
Atsaq smiled knowingly. "You know how she is. She wouldn't want you to worry."
Tooey sighed. "I still would have."
Atsaq chuckled softly. "I know, little wolf." She stepped back toward the door. "Let her rest. She's earned it."
Tooey nodded, holding Molly protectively as she continued to sleep. Atsaq gave them one last glance before quietly closing the door behind her.
As the wind howled outside, Tooey remained still, listening to the soft rhythm of Molly's breathing. He would let her rest as long as she needed.
The storm outside could wait. Right now, keeping her safe and warm was all that mattered.
* Ookami Residence A few hours later *
The room was warm and quiet, the faint howling of the wind outside the only sound breaking the stillness. Molly stirred slightly, shifting against the firm warmth beneath her. She felt safe, comfortable—like she could sleep for hours more. But then, as her senses slowly returned, she realized something.
She wasn't in her own bed.
Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, she was confused. She could hear the steady thumping of a heartbeat beneath her ear. The scent of pine and something distinctly Tooey filled her nose. That's when it hit her—she had fallen asleep on him.
Her cheeks burned slightly as she lifted her head. Her gaze meeting Tooey's deep brown eyes. He was awake, watching her with an amused but gentle expression.
"Shaeeyaa," he murmured, his voice soft. "You finally woke up."
Molly blinked, still groggy. "What time is it?" she asked, her voice thick with sleep.
"Almost noon," he replied.
Molly's eyes widened, and she sat up quickly. "Noon?! Why didn't you wake me up?"
Tooey smirked, catching her hand before she could move too far away. "Because you were exhausted. You needed the rest."
Molly frowned slightly, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't mean to fall asleep."
Tooey squeezed her hand. "You worked all night, didn't you?"
She hesitated before nodding. "Yeah… The Trading Post was packed. People needed supplies before the storm hit, so we stayed open late. I just—" she sighed. "I guess I didn't realize how tired I was."
Tooey gave her a knowing look. "Mom told me."
Molly groaned, covering her face with her hands. "Of course, she did."
Tooey chuckled and gently pulled her hands away. "I'm glad she did. You always take care of everyone else, Shaeeyaa, but you don't let anyone take care of you."
Molly softened at his words, her heart swelling at the concern in his voice. She gave him a small smile. "I'm fine, Teekkone."
Tooey arched an eyebrow. "You passed out on top of me, as much as I loved the closeness. That's not fine."
Molly rolled her eyes but couldn't help the small laugh that escaped her. "Okay, okay. Maybe I overdid it a little."
Tooey smirked. "A little?"
Molly nudged his shoulder playfully. "Don't push it."
He grinned, then glanced toward the window. "I think the storm's started early. Looks like you're stuck here for a while."
Molly sighed, leaning back against the headboard. "I figured as much." She turned her head to look at him. "Guess that means you're stuck with me."
Tooey smirked. "I can live with that."
Molly laughed softly, then rested her head on his shoulder, letting the warmth between them chase away the cold from the storm outside.
The wind howled outside, rattling the windows and sending flurries of snow swirling through the air. The once peaceful morning had turned into a full-blown storm far earlier than expected.
Atsaq stood by the window, watching as thick snow piled up outside. She sighed, then turned toward the staircase. She needed to let the kids know what was happening.
She climbed the stairs and knocked on Tooey's door before pushing it open. Inside, she found them sitting together, Molly leaning against Tooey's shoulder as they talked softly.
Tooey looked up at his mother's entrance. "Hey, Mom."
Atsaq gave them a small smile, but her expression was serious. "The storm arrived earlier than expected. It's already getting bad out there."
Molly sat up straighter, glancing at the window and seeing the swirling snow. "How bad?"
Atsaq crossed her arms. "Bad enough that no one's going anywhere for a while. The roads and sidewalks are completely buried, and the snowplows won't be able to start clearing anything until the storm passes." She looked at Molly. "That means you're staying here until it's safe to go back to the Trading Post."
Molly nodded, already accepting the reality of the situation. "Alright."
As if on cue, Atsaq's phone rang. She glanced at the screen and answered. "Hello?"
Molly could hear the faint voice of her mother on the other end.
"Hi, Atsaq. I just wanted to check in. I figured Molly would be staying with you since the storm came in early."
Atsaq smiled. "Yeah, she's here. She's safe and warm, don't worry."
Molly sighed and shook her head. "Of course, she already knew."
Her mother's voice came through the phone again, teasing. "Molly, you think I don't keep track of where you are. You're my daughter."
Molly rolled her eyes but smiled. "I know, Mom." She yelled for her mother to hear.
"Stay put and take care of yourself, okay? I'll see you when the storm clears."
"I will," Molly promised. "Love you."
"Love you too."
Atsaq ended the call and put her phone away. "Well, that settles it. You're officially our guest for the next few days."
Molly chuckled. "Guess so."
Atsaq smiled warmly. "I'll go make some tea. You two relax." She gave them one last glance before heading back downstairs.
As soon as his mother left, Tooey turned to Molly, his expression shifting from amusement to something more serious. He reached for her hand, lacing his fingers with hers.
"You know," he started, "I meant what I said earlier."
Molly tilted her head. "About what?"
Tooey's gaze softened. "About how you do so much for everyone else, but you don't think you deserve the same in return."
Molly sighed, looking down at their joined hands. "It's not that I don't deserve it… I just—I don't know. I guess I feel like other people need help more than I do."
Tooey frowned. "That's exactly what I mean. You give and give, but you never let anyone take care of you." He squeezed her hand. "You were so exhausted due to working last night that you passed out on top of me this morning, Shaeeyaa."
Molly's cheeks flushed. "Okay, yeah, maybe I overdid it."
Tooey gave her a knowing look. "A little?"
She sighed dramatically. "Fine. A lot."
Tooey smirked but quickly grew serious again. "I just don't want you to burn yourself out. You take care of everyone, but who takes care of you?"
Molly hesitated. "I don't know… I guess I just handle things myself."
Tooey shook his head. "You don't have to. I want to take care of you, too."
Molly looked at him, something warm blooming in her chest. "You already did, Teekkone."
Tooey held her gaze. "Then let me do more."
Molly exhaled softly, then leaned forward, resting her forehead against his. "Okay," she whispered.
Tooey smiled, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "Good."
For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, listening to the storm rage outside. The world beyond the walls of Tooey's house was frozen and wild, but here, in this moment, they were warm and safe.
And for once, Molly allowed herself to be cared for. Tooey wrapped her in an embrace that she was growing to love and enjoy whenever she felt it.
* Mumford Residence *
The wind howled outside, rattling the windows of Trini's house as she sat curled up on her bed, phone pressed to her ear. The storm had arrived earlier than expected, dumping even more snow onto an already buried Central Alaska. It had only been a few hours since the blizzard started, but Trini already knew—her trip to Nenana was in jeopardy.
On the other end of the call, Robbie sighed. "So, it's really bad over there too, huh?"
Trini nodded, even though he couldn't see her. "Yeah. The storm hit early, and it's still going strong. Auntie Midge says it'll last about three days, but the cleanup could take even longer. I don't think I'll be able to come this weekend after all."
Robbie was quiet for a moment before sighing again. "I figured. We got hit just as bad over here. It's probably gonna take a while before we can even get out of the house."
Trini frowned, pulling her knees to her chest. "I was really looking forward to seeing you."
"Me too," Robbie admitted. His voice was soft, a little disappointed. "But, hey, at least we can still talk, right? Even if we can't hang out in person yet."
Trini smiled a little. "Yeah. I guess that's better than nothing."
There was a short pause before Robbie continued. "You know… This storm might actually work in my favor."
Trini tilted her head. "What do you mean?"
Robbie hesitated. "I was supposed to see the doctor a couple times this week. You know, for the whole talking-about-my-feelings thing." His tone was light, but Trini could tell there was a heaviness behind his words.
She frowned. "Robbie…"
"I know, I know," he said quickly. "It's not bad or anything. It just—" He exhaled. "It's hard, you know? Talking about everything."
Trini nodded. "I get that. But you don't have to do it alone."
Robbie was quiet.
"I mean it," Trini said firmly. "Even if you can't see the doctor, you can still talk to me. Or Molly. Or Tooey. You're not alone in this."
Robbie let out a small chuckle. "I don't know… It's kinda weird thinking I have actual friends now."
Trini smiled. "Get used to it."
There was another pause before Robbie spoke again, quieter this time. "Thanks, Trini."
She squeezed the phone tighter wishing it was him. "You are very welcome, and anytime."
As the wind howled outside, rattling the windowpanes and piling more snow onto the already buried landscape, Trini lay on her bed, phone pressed to her ear, smiling as Robbie's laughter crackled through the speaker.
"I still can't believe you actually did that," Trini chuckled, shaking her head.
"I had to!" Robbie defended, his voice light with amusement. "You should've seen my sister's face when I jumped out of the closet. She screamed so loud, I swear the whole town heard it!"
Trini laughed. "You're lucky she didn't throw something at you!"
"Oh, she did. A pillow. But it still hurt!" Robbie groaned. "She's got an arm like a baseball pitcher. I think she's been waiting for the perfect excuse to get back at me."
Trini grinned. "I wouldn't know what that's like. No siblings means I've never had to worry about payback pranks."
"Wait, you never had anyone to pull pranks on?" Robbie asked, sounding genuinely surprised.
"Not really," Trini admitted. "I mean, I tried to prank my mom once, but she caught on way too fast. And Daniel—my dad too, but not really—he's way too smart for that kind of thing."
Robbie laughed. "So, you're telling me you missed out on years of sibling revenge wars? That's tragic."
Trini giggled. "I don't know, I think it's saved me a lot of embarrassment."
"Or robbed you of some of the greatest life experiences," Robbie teased. "Like getting your bed sheets tied together so you can't pull them up, or finding your toothpaste replaced with mayonnaise."
Trini scrunched up her nose. "That's disgusting!"
"Yup," Robbie said proudly. "Welcome to sibling life."
They both laughed, the warmth of their conversation making the storm outside seem distant.
"You have the best stories," Trini said once their laughter died down.
"You've got some pretty good ones yourself," Robbie said. "Like the time you—oh, wait, that's right, no sibling stories. Man, Trini, we gotta make you some new memories."
Trini rolled her eyes, still smiling. "Oh, please. I've had plenty of fun, even without a sibling messing with me."
"Yeah?" Robbie challenged. "Like what?"
Trini thought for a second. "Okay, one time, Dad taught me how to ice fish, but he didn't tell me how slippery the ice was. So, the second I got off the sled, I wiped out and slid across the lake like a human curling stone."
Robbie burst into laughter. "No way!"
"Oh yeah," Trini said. "I had to crawl back to the fishing hole because every time I tried to stand up, I fell again. Dad was laughing so hard he couldn't even help me!"
Robbie was still chuckling. "That sounds amazing. I wish I could've seen it."
"It was so embarrassing," Trini admitted. "But it was also kind of fun."
Robbie sighed. "See? That's what I mean. Life's better when you've got people to laugh with."
Trini's smile softened. "Yeah. It really is."
For a moment, the conversation grew quieter. The wind outside continued to howl, but inside, there was only the steady sound of their breathing, the comfortable silence of two people who didn't need to fill every moment with words.
"Hey, Trini?" Robbie's voice was softer now.
"Yeah?"
"I know we've only really started talking, but… I feel like I can tell you things. Stuff I don't really talk about with anyone else."
Trini's heart warmed at his words. "Me too," she admitted. "It's nice knowing someone's there. Even if we're miles apart."
Robbie hesitated before speaking again. "This storm might mess up my doctor's appointments."
"Yeah," Trini said gently. "But we'll figure it out. And hey, if you ever just need to talk, even if it's about nothing, I'm here. Anytime."
Robbie was quiet for a second before saying, "That means a lot."
They stayed on the phone for another hour, sharing more stories, laughing despite the storm raging outside. And even though they were separated by miles of snow-covered land, it didn't feel so lonely anymore.
And that, Trini thought, was enough for now.
Yupik Dictionary
Waquaa! – Hello
Aana – Mother
Tua-I-Ngunrituq – Goodbye
Tuntuvak – Moose
Quyana – Thank you
Gaarrufurendo – Girlfriend in Japanese
Watashi no Gaarrufurendo – My girlfriend in Japanese
Gwich'in Dictionary
Shgguya – My grandchild
Ti'yaa – My father
Dak Niighit – "She rises into the air" Layla Mabray's Native name.
Shchada'a – My grandfather
Dinjik – Moose
Khoh t'án - Rose
Shahnyaa – One who informs us – Molly's native name
Shaeeyaa - Shimmering Stars, comic book hero created by Molly.
Sha'oodèe- Boyfriend
Va'oodèe – Girlfriend
Qaspeg – Tunic length, (falling between hip and knees) hooded overshirt with a large front pocket