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you are being careful on your travels, as i said? came her words. the snowwoman drew herself closer ; assessing. i told you, the wolves of bearclaw valley protect with their lives, he was lucky that it was her, someone known, that he had run into, though she supposed the claim over the meadow was not quite official. she thought, then, to the stranger that had approached the meadow, once. but nimbus seemed ... detached. not sly, nor uncomfortable as that one had been. nanuralaaq drew in a short breath.

such breath, she released in a sigh. turning away, now, she said: i cannot allow you to stay for long. i do not want you to stay for long, but it is wintertime and if you are to travel you must keep your energy. are you hungry? now, rala begun to move.