Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

tail swayed, then, shamelessly above her rump ; happiness evident on her face, following after the girl as she turned away. glad to be of help, to stretch her muscles, but more importantly, to keep an eye on this young lady. ensure that she did not get too injured by the sharp hooves and the broad antlers of the caribou. yuralria, her name was.

nanuralaaq, she replied, her pronunciation of the title immaculate, perfectly northern in all of its arctic cadence, worded like a song, like a dance upon her tongue. after hunt, you may call me rala. but not yet - now, i am cub of polar bear. a vulnerability such as her nickname must be earned. an important part of her identity, not something to take lightly, not while she was with immuksiugasuktiit, nor now.

she moved forwards, then, to examine the grass patch. heavy paws of reindeer were not at all discreet, and so the experienced huntress found the next set of hooves with ease, set within the ground like a landmark. this way, snowwoman instructed. the ungulate scent was growing stronger on the winds, now. alluring. she followed with precision.