Duck Lake deset

suliya nodded in quiet agreement, her gaze steady on ice diver. she couldn't sense much emotion from the woman— she'd only seen her smile once, even if it was a mere glimpse.

her head tilted slightly at the request, her scarred lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. as you wish. her voice was steady, though a flicker of warmth touched her words.

after a pause, she offered a few phrases, her tone soft but deliberate as she spoke in the languages of the caribou people;

nay'digaa'eł ts’iighaey. in her poised pronunciation, we follow the herd.

and another.

dinaaeł la.’ she waited. it is their time to run.

one more, to stifle curiosity.

assirtuq tangrri ciuni, nakek. maybe it was her own want for companionship. friends. it is good to see you, friend.