Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

Appreciation for the kill.

It wasn’t something Ameline had grown up with; no words were given for the animal that had given up its life. She knew to eat everything that could be eaten, but bones and pelts had not been useful to her until lately- when she saw how other wolves used, treasured and traded them. She had yet to process a pelt that did not begin to smell within a matter of weeks- but she had no one to teach her.

Y’know, that remindth me— a bunch of caribou hunterth pathed by the valley not long ago. She admitted. Left behind a pretty good trail of killth…They go where the caribou goeth. She said. You evuh met them? The tracking of herds seemed to be a specialty of hers- perhaps she had crossed paths with these people too, people who shared that lifestyle. 

She listened to the description of seals, and found them perhaps the most appealing. Salty, fatty meat- and that came as a bit of a challenge? While she had absolutely no desire to risk plunging into frigid winter sea waters, she was nevertheless interested if the same creatures might be found along the shore, in the summer. With no ice, they might have to.

She was about to ask more about them when Rala spotted tracks. She sidled alongside the hunter, and bumped her shoulder against the other’s, lightly. Good. She said. Let’th figure out how many of ‘em there are…Then we’ll go back to the Valley, an’ bring back reinforcement-th.

we can tidy this up if you want- their discussion will pass for trade application!