Moonspear by night was a pale green

gotta love a misunderstanding. ;)

Sialuk watched with delight at his gaze wander over her own body. A new mother, her worth as a giver of children now known to all. She did not think he would be the last to come seeking a place to lay the groundwork for children of his own. He gave a name for his face, then spoke of family who lived here once. This was a surprise to Sialuk, who had never heard of the family name, nor of anyone besides her own lineage who had come to live upon the treacherous slopes. To say she was not skeptical was to lie, but she did not immediately dismiss his claim. Not yet.

She laughed gently when he asked his question. I am head of this village, yes. She did not divulge the state of her other leader, the sole elder to serve on the council since the village's creation. Njord was injured, but it would not due to give this information away without cause. Your parents lived on this mountain once? she asked, seeking to poke holes in his story. It was rare one could be an authority on such a thing, but Sialuk had lived her whole life hearing the stories of her parents and grandparents upon this mountain, and not one bore the name of Frostfur.