Kildeer Rest otter boy

she motioned toward the shallow divots in the snow where the caribou had grazed. her paw tapped gently against the marks, leaving faint traces in the frost.

caribou show, she murmured, her voice thick with the effort of piecing together the foreign tongue. her gaze turned back to ghelan, patient as she gestured for him to look closer, to see the story written in the ground. she let the silence linger, allowing him the moment to observe, to learn.

after a pause, her ears flicked, and her head tilted slightly as she broke the quiet with a softer, more curious question. what was... your mama like? the words, though clumsy and imperfect, carried a warmth and a quiet respect, her gaze steady as it searched his face for an answer.

husband no speak...i worry.