Moonspear lawmother

Naive but curious, Simbelmyne listened as the seal-hunter spoke, wondering exactly what it was that he was trying to tell her when he mentioned something called the first rite. Not fully understanding the custom, she felt a bit confused, thinking he was telling her that if she wanted a husband, she would have to ask the other women of the pack- who would then choose a man for her, to perform some kind of hunt. 

"I...Do not understand," She admitted softly, turning with him to move down the mountainside. She would keep his advice about wrapping her feet in mind, though she couldn't help but wonder how exactly she was supposed to keep rabbit skin fixed to her feet and walk about on a mountain's slopes at the same time. She felt more and more blind to the ways of the world, the more she learned about it. How was it that she had been so sheltered growing up?

She nimbly sidestepped a boulder, and picked her way carefully through a section of scree. "If I want a husband...The other women of the pack choose one for me? And the hunter- the one they choose, does...What is the first right?" She asked.