Shadowwyn Moor Hydrurga

Sulukinak was quaking where she stood. Was she angry? Was she afraid? Yes, no—she didn't know. To learn of the muradoii was to revisit memories she would rather not, and now she was resistant.

Suliya spoke of strength. What right did Nukilik have in doing any of these things? It wasn't strength she felt now, reminded of the terror of that time in her life. Sulukinak found herself no longer willing to listen to this woman's opinion.

Maybe her mother was what these people would label muradoii—but it was not a thing Nukilik claimed for herself. No, to the girl and her brothers, she was anatkuq, she was ice mother. Her name was as taboo as her seaborne gods.

If these are the ways of your muradoii, I do not want them. She was bristling, and pulled her gaze back to the caribou to seethe and stare at them. Uncle does not want them either. Here voice is frigid.