Nimbus Summit reskripa

antha talked like issorartuyok. she was careful and elegant in the way she chose her words. and she created pictures that heda felt anyone could see. the girl missed her mother and trusted lane. she thought of wylla and taktuq. but for those she could name, the young wolf was slowly discovering that she harboured a mistrust toward women as a whole.
maybe that was why she had taken so long to warm toward antha. heda decided not to regret it, only to listen, and when the other ceased speaking, to nod.
"i like that."
she watched gold flicker to life.
"i want to be a fighter. at least — maybe i thought i did." heda toyed with nothing in particular on the ground. "now i'm not sure."