Shadowwyn Moor another world

The concept of fun wasn't something Sulukinak was familiar with. She was young, she should have had many hours of play stashed in her memory, but instead there was the shadow of survivalism; chasing her brothers, snapping at heels, the thunderous sound of her heart racing as if to compete with the tempo of her run — but fun? Death is not meant to be enjoyed.

But she did not know what else to say, and beyond that, Sulukinak was wallowing in her many tumultuous thoughts. Muradoii, muradoii, muradoii, her blood screamed in her veins! Lanzadoii, commanded Sun Eater's voice in her ears — only, not really. It was only herself and this cloud boy, and this elder creature for whom she awaited the falling of a crown.

She could make the passage easier - she could score that hide with her own mark and turn the snow red. Or, she could linger, conserve energy. The hunt did not have to be a struggle.