Fox's Glade i still feel stuck in my lungs

revenge, said the girl, quite serious in her tone! this was no exploration of a child wishing for fun, but perhaps the journey of a warrior who wished to be seen. on the coyotes? nanuralaaq said, now, shedding the humorous tone that had just previously laced her words. they hurt a girl i know. i want to find them, too.

she pulled herself alongside the girl, now, matching her pace. i am nanuralaaq, eh, rala. are you a daughter of nephele? what is your name, nukik-ait? curious!

rala thought, then, that perhaps she may have a daughter of her own with warriors' spirit.