Moonspear secunda

It was an odd thing, to be wife but to be without her husband.

Tullik managed. Every morning, she would wake, greet @Kannoyak if he happened to be there, and then she would set out for the day. Upon her mantle she would rest a skin of beaver, recovered from her old ulaq. She would troop through the territory, mission in her mind of search and destroy.

She brought back pretty things, shiny things, decorating the lodge with a variety of birds feathers, shimmering rocks, goat horns.

She hunted. She climbed the mountain and spent hours on one day of the week to stare at the distant sea, before she would climb down and go back to her lodge.

Today was such. She was going for her mountain when she slowed to a halt, her nostrils flared. Perhaps she should leave the mountain for today, not climb to its peak as she had. Her mind made up, the sandpiper girl turned her attention to hunting instead of ranging, and put her nose to the ground.