Duskfire Glacier But every stroke of luck has got a bleed through

"The spirits speak here," she murmured after the pale woman shrugged for she couldn't understand how one could be so casual about discovering such a find. It didn't occur to her that the tribe didn't worship the spirits as her natal pack had. They were northern and the Yukon merely assumed they shared the same faith. Still, Amka said no more on the matter. It wasn't her nature to press. 

"I'm afraid not. I just got here and all, ya know?" She smiled slightly. She'd been in the territory for perhaps an hour or so and the sun would be going down soon. She'd figured familiarizing herself with the territory could fill her time until tomorrow when she could really begin looking for something to do. 

"I figure look around this evening, patrol tomorrow morning and see if I can find something to hunt. I'm better with instructions though so if you have a task in mind I'm all ears." Her dark ears wiggled atop her crown as if to demonstrate.