Hushed Willows [m] kila ▹

It was odd to be so far from anaa, from her brothers, but Nasamiituuq had not wept since that first night away from the spine. Each day she learned more from her grandmother, and each day she thought less of what she had left behind. There was so much to learn, she hardly thought of anything else.

And besides, anaanatsiaq kept her close; there was nothing to fear. Nasamiituuq remained shy, but a spark of friendliness lit behind her eyes as she followed her grandmother, searching for the face of the woman they'd come to help. She looked around, too, for the others who had accompanied them from Moonglow; only vaguely familiar faces to her, but a comfort nonetheless.