Qeya River kuugaamiut

Even if Anselm tried, her name was unintelligible to his limited lexicon. He thought about repeating it back, but reluctant to make a fool out of himself, stood silent. 

She asked after the boy, inspiring a blade-like gouge of protectiveness in him. Yes. He replied curtly, passing his gaze over the lithe lines of her body. It made him think of Heda, which made him want to not think at all. 

Are you Yikaas’ mate?