Ocean's Breath Plateau imiqtitchi

cen was gone.
with each passing day, red leaf's distress continued to fester, and yet she found she could not bring herself to ask anyone of his whereabouts. some part of her felt she did not deserve to know.
this was what she deserved. isolation. loneliness. raising her son alone.
she could still feel the water in her lungs. she hadn't cared much about the rather persistent and ugly cough until it began to keep her up at night, sometimes waking brave one; and in those moments, she wept as she tried to rock him back to sleep.
she shivers beneath the cool breath of mother sea, content with watching her baby boy from the denmouth with her gangly limbs tucked up close to her belly. but something ensnares his attention, and so she begins to shift, unease settling in her gut. what is it that you see, pamiuqtuugutiga?
the visitor is certainly a surprise. not chakliux or rodyn or tullik, but this time a dark-pelted woman who reminds her starkly of her husband.
oh, hello, a small, polite smile touches her lips, but does not reach her eyes. suspicion begins to brew. how did she know to come here; and why, or how, has she brought meat? have we met before?