Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

"lanzadoii women are not so weak as seal hunter wives," cen shot back, relaxing with straight back and slate eyes flashing disdain. "they do not need lodges, nor shelters. nor others. my wife is strong."

secretly he wondered why the man was here, why he moved so easily in the weald. the crafty stare missed nothing. "how do the seal hunter people come to settle in a stranger's camp? there is no sea ice here."

caribou hunters did not like the seal people. the muradoii were an abomination even among them, but the seal hunters accused them all of being muradoii. more than once a potential marriage had been quashed by the elders of caribou villages due to this abiding insult among those fish-devouring tribes.

red leaf bore seal hunter blood. cen tried not to remember.