Ouroboros Spine Waiting on that morning sun

Star hunter, Her northern tongue rang clear. But she set aside, unknowing of whether this woman spoke it too.

I welcome you to my ulaq, Shikoba, A warm greeting, smile present despite the clear discomfort she felt. — though... I am sorry we had to meet in this way, The smile turned sheepish, ears falling against her crown as she lifted into a hunched sit.

The gift was acknowledged with a small, polite nod. Then with a gesture, Nasamik offered a near pelt that was settled upon the floor. Please, make yourself comfortable.

Perhaps the woman had wanted to leave it at that, but the young hunter was not so naive. Getting to know others of this village—especially the women—would come as a great advantage and benefit to her later.

How long have you called this village your own?