Moonsong Glacier rises the moon

Seals, you say? Her mind sharpened, if only for a moment, to think of the fatty creatures. Chakliux was a seal hunter, wasn’t he?

Perhaps he wouldn’t mind passing her some tips for hunting the blubbery animals. They wouldn’t go amiss in the coming dark months. The look of contemplation smoothed into listening, then a little smile. She rolled the names against her tongue, mouthing them to herself.

Those are beautiful names Valiant. Especially Cuyamaca, she thought. The name rested against her breastbone in a flash of heat, and she ducked her head for a moment.

I..I have thought about what I would name my next children. Qannik, “snowflake”, maybe. Or Suraï, “green leaf”. She hadn’t put much thought into it, but some. The village would thrive with new life upon its face.