Dawnlark Plains Set this dump ablaze

Mother does not smile. Riq would not expect her to. The idea is alien to her; smiles are rare for the Oyowal family. The priestess nods her head in understanding. Her paws ache and her bones creak in the cold. 

Riqtajinaq finds little reason to say anything. There are no words needed, none that wouldn't express what Mother no doubt understands already. Her nod is sufficient enough in answer. 

They will cross the mountains. Riqtajinaq will follow her mother, she will not complain. They will fufill Camazotz's will.