Phoenix Maplewood You couldn't stand to be near me.

He asked and she motioned north. The glacier. That way. She answered without missing a beat; it wasn't true, but close enough. Remembering what Kigipigak had said that morning made her pause a moment and frown at the bushes.

Getting too cold for me though. After plucking a few berries more, she drifted back from the bushes and sank to her haunches.

How do I look? I don't have a 'stache do I? The berries had indeed stained her lips a purple-red, notably beneath her nostrils. Had she done it on purpose? Maybe.