Ocean's Breath Plateau [m] snow goose

a stocky man approaches them, painted in chestnut and amber. he smells strongly of the sea. he says something that red leaf does not understand, and instinctively she looks to cen as if he will translate for her.
instead, he speaks to the man. an ugly feeling of dread curdles deep in the young woman's stomach as she glances down at the plumpness of her midsection. suddenly, she is unsure — could they trust this lower forty-eight man with the funny sounding name? why had they so brazenly approached if everyone was a risk? how did they know flesh eaters did not walk among this village's paths?
how well could she trust cen to care for her?
all of her questions remain unanswered. from what little she can make of the jumbled southern tongue, it seems as though cen had not introduced her to the man. so, in a rather brave show of defiance against her husband, red leaf points to herself and says: nakautaq. red leaf.