Neverwinter Forest Ukijijuk

Tulukiri ranged from the village often enough, carrying in her heart a wanderer's spirit. If she had been born a man she would have been a fine trader; besides, growing up beneath the rule of Tartok had roused in her a masculine spirit that now empowered her. She was not suited for the life of her own mother: taking the kills from the men and preparing the skins, or singing songs to children. She wanted more out of her life than such mediocrity.

Hunting gave Tulukiri that opportunity. When she couldn't spar, or war, or argue, she could run and she could track. There were ample things to follow in the woodland or upon the mountain — and she just happened to be within this place, this Neverwinter, when she caught sight of the pale man. Her goal was to seek rabbits if she was lucky - or find a stag, maybe a piece of its discarded crown to show off - and instead, there was the man.

She would not waste much time in tracking him. He could have been a threat to the village, or a threat to herself, but Tulukiri was full of bravado and did not see danger as she watched him.