Cedar Sweep aquiattuq

A tall, stocky stranger emerged from the gloom of the sweep. Masque made sure to keep her head and tail lower than his, though she kept an assessing eye on him. This must be Asivaq’s mate, though she just now realized she’d never gotten his name.

My name is Masque, she introduced with a sway of her long tail, and I come bearing gifts. This is for Asivaq. I assume you must be her mate?