Qeya River i shot a lot of folk like you.

Colt Briggs had returned.

Truth be told, she hoped he would come carrying a trophy of his deed. Instead he too came to Natigvik battered — although far better off than Sadey. She had grown fond of the healing woman, fond of a tumbling man who might clear the taiga for her in exchange of deals.

With Kigipigak gone, she saw the need for extra teeth on her side.

No pelt? She chimed with good intention as she arrived, on the silent heels of Sadey's words.