Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

you're good!

Yura was met with a sunshine smile and her own eyes crinkled in response. The polar woman spoke the northern tongue in a way that was almost music to her ears - and reminded her painfully of Kukutux. Guilt gnawed at her belly; for leaving her mother and grandmother in a time of need. It was selfish of her and yet she had not been able to get Nutuyikruk out of her head.

A full-body shake settled her thoughts back to the caribou. Red stained the snow nearby and she tasted it curiously, returning Rala's question with a nonchalant shrug. "I don't know," she swiped her tongue across her lips, letting the taste fill her mouth and amplify her growing hunger. "Never really thought about that before. It has some cool phrases though - like nanuralaaq." She shot her friend a toothy grin. "Sounds clunky saying cub of polar bear, doesn't it?"

Movement ahead caught her attention and her gaze zeroed in on the figure of a lone caribou limping ahead. "Aya! There it is!"