Moonsong Glacier be the moth to my flame

sulukinak did not know why she disliked this woman. the way she looked at dutch made the dark girls skin crawl. her earlier display of warning teeth had failed; that was usually enough to correct her brothers and yet it had not worked with the stranger.

it did not help that the woman spoke so plainly about her desires. there was nothing wrong with wanting children. the way she looked at dutch was unwelcome.

sulukinak had nothing to say. she watched the woman with a clear upset upon her face, unable to help how openly expressive she was by nature, and comforted herself by leaning on dutch.