Permafrost Hollows my shadow's shedding skin

miz rana spoke. indra had moved off a ways; he saw something bright in her eyes. colt glanced around at the terrain with a surreptitious movement of his eyes.
"huntin' ain't somethin' that just come to ya," colt said with a bold look toward her pristine white face. the ground was uneven here; say she tripped.
and the ground underneath their feet: bare earth with ice packed just beneath, and the webbing unsteady. a bad step and they all went through to the caves.
but indra was light. and colt was nimble. their guest could not so much as hunt.
"guess yew gotta ask urself: are yew hungry enough t'learn, miz rana? small game not gonna put enough backfat on yew fer the winter."