Permafrost Hollows puuksraak

For someone like Sulukinak who lived the life of a shadow at the best if times, being alone had never been an issue worth consulting. She did not know that the extended solitude of her upbringing had spoiled something in her spirit. Neither did she consider how her farther roaming from the Saatsine may be perceived by her fellow hunters - she always returned from her adventures, and besides that she wasn't often missed. Sulukinak doubted anyone beyond her uncle even considered her.

To be suddenly in the company of a stranger was unsettling to her usual dynamic; to be perceived - by friend, family, or foe - was normally a heavily controlled ordeal and yet, now, this frostwalker had managed to find and follow her.

He spoke and she turned her attention sharply towards him as one might brandish a flint spear-point. Eyes flaring wide initially, body tense and low, but not yet moving.

She studied the man and the words which crawled up from the snowy hill, as if they clawed from the very earth. Sulukinak's silence spoke volumes - and her body, coiled now, made certain he knew not to get too close.