Moonsong Glacier you've got a church and steeple

A warm greeting rumbled in her throat as he turned to her, listening intently as he spoke. The air was heavy with the presence of something intangible to the living - she could sense it in the way the wind stirred their pelts, shivering slightly at the thought.

"I can feel them, Dutch. All around us." Though she did not elaborate, the meaning was clear enough.

The mention of moonwoman and her brother had her gazing past his lamplight eyes and into the skies above, her expression curious and contemplative. How had gray trader met his fate? And Grayday; how did his story intertwine with the spirits of this land? 

She took a moment of silence to stare into the distance as if, perhaps, her ancestors lay just out of reach. "What kind of stories do these spirits hold?" she asked. While Dutch's focus shifted to the present, Tulugak's thoughts lingered on the ethereal. "Are they at peace now?"

"I have eaten enough," her voice gentle, but far away. "The village has many great hunters."