Silver Moraine And the cracks in my hips

brows raised in an attempt at faux offense, although she carefully gathered that, from calfuray's poorly hidden smile, she did not mean it. and so, she would chuckle.

it is nice, family is very important to me, and she knew that her family thought the same. although her anaanaujuq had permitted her leaving, she knew that, with the chief positions passed to her son and his wife, she may be a little lost within the oxhunting tribe. she was lead huntress, now, as far as rala knew. the snowdaughter could only hope that her sealmother was happy. it was ... sad ... to leave them.

she heaved a breath, then. however, life continues on. would you consider pack-life, calfuray? tilt of her head, curiosity. perhaps, if she found someplace nice, she could bring the dark, rough woman along with her. have some friends. connections.