Moonspear lawmother

his grin was surprised, was roguish, intrigued. "there is kilgitsuk, a trader. there kannoyak, a path maker, though i have not seen him in some time. alaric, of the spear. i imagine more men will gather here as the winter goes on."
his breath was warm, his voice teasing. "i have hunted with them all. i lived with kannoyak. any of these men will be kind to you, simbelmyne. gentle. quiet of what has gone on."
he found himself anticipating; when she had known First Rite in the arms of another man, she might seek the seal hunter thereafter for more, and more he could provide. not only physicality but companionship.