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The next 48 hours was filled with a blur of frazzled grey feathers, Ukko hustling about, in and out of the bedroom with grasses, vines, and sticks, some more the size of full branches considering how large he was in his bird.
Set wanted to protest about the nest being in the main sleeping room, but he was growing cold and sluggish, with very little interest in wasting his time bickering about specifics. He guessed it made sense to have Ukko close to Shuule, especially if a surprise cold snap frosted the land and Set went into hibernation early. He spent many hours up on the top platform of their treehouse, though, trying to scent out the weather, and he felt no indication that a frost was coming within the next two weeks.