Duskfire Glacier punilivik

The woman who approached was not who she had expected. Only because part of her had not expected somebody so familiar! Granted this time around the woman's sides had not ballooned with the promise of life within. Something that Sakhmet remained unaware would take to her soon enough — for now she remained slimmed by travel, caribou pelt draped over sharp shoulders.

Hello, She managed to squeeze in with warmth and respect, because soon enough the northern man took the conversational reigns.

In fact, Kigipigak seemed to blossom and bloom by her side, quick to inform the familiar woman of their plans here in the north. Sakhmet could only smile with warmth and affection. Silver moon gaze drifted from her husband (husband!) back to this village's woman.

When he finished with the asking of the hunt, Sakhmet saw no reason to not sweeten the deal some more —

I'd be happy to help beyond hunting too, if there is anything your village needs.

Village. Look at her, melding into the culture of her husband's ways.