Porcupine Ridge Things I almost remember

Sticks were cleared away from around the boys body through her teeth. Stray pebbles, moved afar; old, slimy leaves, dug back so that they would not be so disturbing. It would work for the night, or perhaps until he moved away from the ridge. 

Nutuyikruk's head came to a slow shake. "I don't think so. Why--, I haven't been here very long." Melancholic, but trying to make him as comfortable as he could be. Perhaps he'd stay a little longer if he was, and the ridge would not feel so bad. If nothing else, would not feel as cold as the first night. 

She wished it upon no one. Not even a rude boy.

Her head lifted just a bit, then curious. "Where do you come from?"