Duck Lake And the blisters on my lips

a lie she would not yet detect, as it seemed to at least look better, much less red, than it had been when rala had first found the woman. she did not know, yet, of the limp that seemed to accompany it, and so she would respond: ah, i am glad!

hunting has been well, she answered, understanding the intention that came with the question. there was a similar saying in her homeland: 'ox katakvaa ilingnut?' meaning, 'do the ox fall for you?' - a way of asking how they had been eating ; for, if they were full, they were strong, less susceptible to disease. prey are slow from winter. soon, though, i worry that they may become sparser. few and far between. a hum.

a tilt of cal's head brought a smile upon her face. i am with pack, now, snowwoman explained the mingle of scents on her pelt. she suspected that the strongest, thus far, would be reminiscent of @Tvar. bearclaw valley, it is called. not too far.

her implications were clear ; she would be more than happy to bring cal back with her.