Bitterroot Valley out across the cities, I see buildings burn into piles

The girl emerged from the frigid currents, the fish still squirming between her teeth until she dispatched it with a swift tense of her jaws. Three was enough, and a woman of the north knew not to take more than was needed. She did not fancy angering the river spirits today.

Water dropped in rivulets down her legs and she gave her pelt a rough shake to rid most of the damp before lowering her head to strip meat from bone. The salmon were old but still nutritious, and would provide ample energy for her to continue south. Where exactly she was heading, Miu did not know, only that she must travel far enough from the river clans so that they may never find her. How wrong she would be about that.

A scuffle of snow behind her and Tariurmiutaq whipped her head round to stare at her onlooker, a flicker of recognition passing over her face. "Brother-?" her voice was barely a whisper, body frozen as an icicle waiting to shatter as she remained still in shock.