Whitebark Stream look, this comes as no surprise.

There was no answer, and for a brief moment Yuralria thought she'd said something wrong until the ruddy girl introduced herself as Sobeille. The name rolled off her tongue, a siren's cadence that was unfamiliar and beautiful in its own way. And another name too: Sivaak.

A wolf to teach her strength and spirit; Yuralria was as sceptical as she was curious. What became of women who ascended to the moon was known only to Kukutux, but still she wondered. Her own strength was lacking, her own spirit unawakened; Sobeille had reignited a veracious thirst for knowledge that Yura was slave to.

She was quiet for a time as she thought of Keda and Ice Diver. Whatever potential they'd seen in her, Sobeille saw more, and in her mind's eye she envisioned a life not as a caribou hunter but as moonwoman. "O-ok. I'll see Sivaak." A tentative step back at Sobeille's assertion, though her gaze was firm and ready to follow. As had she paid the hunters for her lodgings, Yura wandered what price hung on Sobeille's kindness. "Do you- want anything in return? Y'know, for doin' this for someone you've only just met."