Shadowwyn Moor addir melek

That he knew the word lanzadoii was a minor surprise lessened only in the moment he spoke of the Sun Eater. This man appeared to know much, or at least had been present long enough to observe the horde of caribou as they migrated; the wolves flowing among them would be difficult to see but not impossible. He did not balk at the mention of a conclave which was of larger interest.

His questions came flowing along quickly, and she took each with a pause, digesting, as if to determine their taste to her palate. My father is known to him, she offers as an answer—but she doesn't know if she is in fact lanzadoii, sharadoii, or this thing Sun Eater spoke of—muradoii, ice monster.

She considers the differences without fully knowing their depths. My mother bore me in the everdark. Far, far north. Where running goes across ice, and ice across sea. It is surprisingly easy to speak on this.

Uncle found me later. In a village, west. This memory had her abruptly tight-lipped. She did not want to invite the spiritual eye of Kukutux, as if speaking of the past might summon her attention. Sulukinak grimaces and puts aside the topic, judging it to be an apt telling. Not too much, not too little.

Saatsine follow caribou; so, I follow. That part at least was simple.

The girl stops hiking to look plainly upon the man. He held a winter coat, plush, not quite pale like snow. There was a healthy lustre to his cheeks. Sulukinak appraised him as one might study a prized holstein ready for slaughter—but if she held questions of her own, they went unspoken.