Porcupine Ridge provisions

The final veins of coral sunshine had begun to dim when the stranger made his advance towards the Nessaquati woman. In the instant that she first noticed him, he looked almost like a bruise upon the snow through which he marched for the absolute blackness of his coat. Perhaps if she had seen his eyes the female would have thought him more spectral but, she knew better than to affront him with such a suggestive act.

Instead, she made herself humble before him. Turning her face at a hard degree she also averted her eyes while simultaneously collecting her head closer to chest and tail between her heels. For all ostensible purposes she might have appeared whipped but there remained a steadiness in it that was entirely Khetiquet. Just as she had remained with her kinsman until the end she would pursue this sudden new investment to hilt. Pride be damned.