Dawnlark Plains cold nostalgia chills me to the bone

and so the girl took command of the fight, hunters mark satiated with the sweet, scarlet ichor of the raging beast, sharp hooves no longer a threat as it lay lifeless, beady-eyed upon the grounds. nanuralaaq gave a deep nod of approval, grinning. now you eat ; and savour it, knowing that it is your strength that brought down the beast, her words carried an air of wisdom, of ceremony, for this was only the beginning of a rite of passage for this girl to become woman. a pride swelled within her chest.

but with an air of humour now, she said: the hunt is over. as i said, it is your choice, now, if you wish to share. i do not take, dancing one. i am no liar, either, snowwoman would say her goodbyes and find her own meal, if declined ; she was only glad that she was able to aid and supervise, for she had seen much death at the hooves of caribou.