Ocean's Breath Plateau walking smoke

He spoke of how the coastal wolves hunted, and she listened with rapt interest. She’d never heard of most of the methods, and her ambition mounted; she wished to learn them all. 

She looked up to the skin bags as they were motioned to, and she committed them to memory—one for eggs, one for shellfish. Got it, she said with a stiff nod, as determined as ever. But where she shone, he dimmed, weighed down with the reality of his wife’s sudden departure. While she wanted to say something to make him feel better, she came up short. She didn’t know what to say to make him feel better or if her attempts would even work. 

I want to learn it all, she said eventually. Where would you like me to start?