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now the greenstone eyes shone with knowingness as kukutux turned them back upon white elk. "what is chaperone?" she asked of valiant, though she had more than a basic idea of what the man meant. so odd then that he was present only for a sister who had not come, not as a man might arrive at a village of women.

as was her way, moonmother lapsed into contemplative silence when they had come to the ulaq and its broad clearing. the day's hunting had brought fresh pheasant and fish still dripping from the lake; portions of each she paired with the bitter sourness of crushed rosehip, offering to both men.

"if callyope wishes to walk with you, white elk, you will know this," kukutux said at last, lightly, glancing now from a caribou hide she had pulled into her grasp. still-keen eyes inspected the waterproofing of smeared fat. "why does your sister send her brother instead of seeking her own man?"