Duskfire Glacier Withering where some snowman was.

The boy spared a quick glance that gave her the answer she sought. He spoke to confirm it and she, peering west, looked resolute.

Alright. The woman breathes deeply again, and sets off. She only goes a few steps before turning her attention over her shoulder to the boy again: Keep watching your borders, kid. Once my friend starts playing with others, he tends to fixate. And he hates losing.

Maybe she shouldn't say anything; but she knew her sivullik wasn't done here.

A small nod served as a combination thank-you and farewell, as she stalked off.