Cedar Sweep umniratki

Though man enough to lead himself, Stratos followed Kigipigak to where he led - the tundra man was master of this village, after all, and he but a guest! Yet how strange to follow again, after going so long as his own sole company and provider. How good, all the same.

And he busied himself alongside the man,  small on talk, since there was much work to do and not much time to do it. He nipped and pulled and separated hide from flesh, and considered the gift the man's wife might take home with him, the plush trophy of their kill. Here, anaa's teachings came useful - through he wished he would have payed a little more attention to how she had done her finer, detailed work...

He startled at a woman's call - Asivaq, this must be! - but before he could put two and two together, of why she looked so startlingly familiar, and why her eyes seemed to think the same for him - she had wrapped herself about him and drawn him in! Stratos struggled against the sudden contact.

Aya, slow down! he threw a wild glance at Kigi. Apologetic. Pleading innocence. The wrath of a man against a man who held his wife -- he did not wish to know. Braataa? he coughed aloud, pushing back so he could see her -

No... a squint, Ariadne?