Deepwood Weald [m] red flax

the shape ahead of him coalesced into a man, a tall, dark wolf with hard eyes, who turned and spoke. chakliux blinked, not understanding why the words were so familiar to him. 
and then he knew.
the seal hunter relaxed, chuckling a little. "hello, ground beater."
caribou people and seal tribes did not like each other.
the first contact of all ice-dwelling seal hunters were the muradoii, an ugly, violent people who raided peaceful seal camps and stole women, killed children, and cut men into bait. after meeting such a tribe, no seal hunter cared about the differences between the muradoii, the sharadoii, and the lanzadoii. only old men and old women cared, for they wanted alliances in marriage between the people.
the seal hunter stood tall. "why do you leave your woman? she needs a man in this time."