Shadowwyn Moor Slow down, you're doing fine

She did not know the word nomadic.

It had always felt strange to be settled anywhere. When in the place of her mother, she had been on the move always. Only the dead did not move, and to stay in one place was like inviting the end to come to you.

The woman relaxed somewhat. She did not seem as annoyed by Sulukinak's presence, and went so far as to offer her people if the hunt came back this way. Sulukinak regards her cooly, then nods.

She murmurs, I will let my uncle know. If they come this way again, the call will be to Bearclaw.

With that agreed, she moved along — not at an unruly pace, perhaps to invite the stranger to talk more if there were more things to be said, but eagerly enough that she could disperse if there was nothing else.