Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

Tulimaq's brow raised.
Astute.

Maybe she was not so ignorant. Still a child, and not a Tartok child at that, but clearly observant enough to know of the snow-wolves.

Neither are you, nunaniak. The winter scent she carried dulled the more complex notes about her coat, but Tulimaq could tell there was more to her than the airy scent of the snow-woman.

If she had questions, he held his answers close.