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Oh. Ohhh. She had wanted crabs, but Nukilik did not understand. She did now. Seeing the flash of emotion zipping through Ying's eyes reminded her of a time when her mother's chosen, Yutu, had been equally frustrated by his fortune. He had not been built for seaside living but he had adapted. Perhaps with some help from Nukilik, Ying would grow to do the same.

She moved on quickly to the plan that Nuka had put forth. With a nod the woman moved away from the overturned stones and barnacle-heavy bits of debris that made up the embankment. Winter was no time to find crabs but that wasn't something she wanted to discuss with Ying in that moment, nervous that it might set the woman off -- much like Yutu with his intermittent rage; in her silence she opted to begin work on her own pit instead.

As Nukilik dug through the sand she felt a pinch in her shoulders and a small knot in her back, but she remained silent about these things. Better to put her voice to other use. If we dig shallow pits then they'll be filled with sand, leaving no room for fish. If they are deep enough, we'll get both. The sand wasn't what they wanted, but on more than one occasion this exact technique had saved Nukilik's own people.

Plus, Finding fish buried in sand makes gathering easier.