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Shivali was initially alarmed by her presence but quickly relaxed again, to Aqakuktuq's relief. A pink tongue slipped through the woman's dark lips when her navy gaze landed on the fish, but she remained in her lying position and returned them to rest on the newcomer. Perhaps she was still unsure. Aqakuktuq wouldn't dare move any closer unless invited. The fisherwoman had no idea what words the mother would have for her, but the question that was asked still surprised her. Still, it was a reasonable one.

I am from a pack called Isakutâk. It was in the taiga north of these wilds, She answered coolly, though the words brought a bittersweet flavor to her tongue. Pesi had returned from wherever he ventured off to, landing on a branch in a nearby tree to observe the interaction. The only recognition he received was the backwards swivel of a single ear. The wraith knew it was him, and she wanted to keep her attention on Shivali.