Hoshor Plains ommatophoca

at some point sulukinak woke and slipped from dutch. she did not stray far. there was nowhere the girl felt at-ease except when she was near to him; she had seen so many people hunting and mending, but had not gotten close enough to know any of them.

it was still so overwhelming when she was used to the company of so few, in a land of so little. the plains were the opposite.

she ventured to the edge of the healing camp and perched herself there, out of the way of the main travel corridor where people crossed for supplies or to shepherd the injured.

sulukinak warmed her paws by crouching upon them, and then spent her time watching the goings-on; the moving bodies, the chatter between strangers.

from time to time, if nobody was watching, sulukinak would mime snippets of conversation to herself or take on small aspects of those passers-by.