Hoshor Plains obasan

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The hunt and her season were beginning to wrap up, and Ariadne had started cleaning up the Moonsong camp. There were pelts and food to pack, and she felt her to-do list kept growing. But, in the middle of her preparation, a familiar voice rose above the crowd, and she quickly turned and began to scan the crowd for Chakliux. When she spotted him, he crossed the river and was headed toward her.

It'd been a while since they'd last seen each other, and the subject matter had been—much different than it would be now. Ariadne had chosen Kigipigak as her husband and was sure they'd welcome children in the early spring. Still, her heart and stomach twisted at the sight of the seal hunter, and she approached him with bright eyes, a smile, and a waving tail.

It is good to see your face! she exclaimed, looking him up and down, searching for any new injuries he may have gained, and then looking around for his hunting companion. Where is Dutch? she asked in rapid succession to her greeting, voice concerned. Is he okay?