Permafrost Hollows puuksraak

He was older than her. She was reminded of the caribou-men from her training days, and of her uncle, and maybe they were the same age or maybe her uncle was even older, she could not tell. But he regarded Sulukinak carefully. His movement was deliberate; she felt like she was watching a conversation in slow motion and from afar.

No one notices when it leaves, either. He still spoke of the wind, and yet of himself, and of herself.

He looked to the horizon. She looked at him, and then the sky which shuddered around them, and back again. Agitation crept down her spine but it was not for him.

Can't be tired. Chase caribou — hunt with uncle, with Saatsine. She says these things in a soft voice, one closer to a girl's murmurings than the woman she was becoming.

An aside, more to herself: They would notice.