Shadowwyn Moor sun killer

It was only her uncle.

She wondered about him sometimes, the company he kept and the growth of the hunt. In the forefront of her mind, when she thought of winter's rise and fall and the coming spring, there was the image of sea ice, a chasm cut; she wondered after her uncle's people—her own by father's blood.

What might the Sun Eater offer for a bountiful harvest?

But their harvest now was the caribou.

Sulukinak stalked wordlessly; underheel was not a sheet of ice but the soft moor, the rushing rivulets she tasted were bare of salt, and carrion did not fill her belly—the fatty flesh of caribou did, strengthening her. It was something she must reconcile. Ice mother's teachings held firm in her heart, but here she lived her father's life.