Kildeer Rest Apparently we share a common plasma.

the man ate.

kukutux looked up to see the winterhawk approaching. she saw how he looked at the dour man, and then toward herself.

"this is a man of tartok. he does not know the caribou songs of my people."

moonwoman saw no reason to elaborate, only to hint at her offense and move on. "i have given him a trader's respect and right to the hunting camps. he is our kin."

she nosed another piece of rounded bone into her growing pile.