Silver Moraine the right clothes and the right appearance

though the touch of yura’s tail was featherlight, an avalanche of warm sensation rippled out from where she’d touched sobeille’s shoulder.

she admired the athleticism of her new friend as she scaled the rock, surveying the moraine below before announcing the plains below would be their battleground.

a glance to sivaak, and sobeille noted the hard impatience in the caribou killer’s eyes — but no discouragement there.

silent but ever ready to prove her worth against the throat of caribou, sobeille moved after them both in a ground-covering stride.