Moonsong Glacier moons

Caribou. Sometimes the long haired ox.

There was a distant look in her eyes, as if she recalled it all in that moment with a fondness and a worry. The hunters had made it look as if it had been practiced forever. Perhaps it had, just in the way that she carried the things her mother had learned.

We will! She assured him with a more grounded, warm face now.

What will you have us hunt?

Slowly she lowered herself to the ground, meaning to lounge now in his kind company.