Bearclaw Valley you're the voice that i like

a shy woman, no doubt. rala would try to convey her warmth, but she was not sure she was doing a good job at it. milan did not seem receptive in the way others had, but nanuralaaq would still make an attempt to get through to the woman, nonetheless.

she gave a pleasant hum when milan listed her hobbies, nodding her head approvingly, before she would answer her question. far north. two weeks of walking, she begun. my family is from umingmak pijjutingit, ah, muskox grounds. beautiful, and harsh, a dry laugh left black lips, as if both humorous and distant, the memories a mix of pain and joy. life and death, as all things were. very cold.

and that was all she had to say of the place. rala's past was a vulnerability she was not keen in sharing too much of, and so she would spin the question back on the woman before her: and you? what of your homeland? a tilt of her head ; encouraging smile.