Bearclaw Valley so apropos,

tw for implied thoughts of incest

for a moment, snowwoman found herself hoping that she could find herself under the term that was coined 'the right company', having thought herself to be good at reaching out, opening up, forming connections. nonetheless, the thought was quickly swept aside as the regina begun to recite the past, and so nanuralaaq would listen in silence, eyes watchful and ears perked, as if she were but a whelp listening to the wise tales of elders, though rala was the older out of the pair! orphaned, she said. forced to leave.

forced ... because you were not of their blood? came careful, curious questions. inquisitive in every manner of the word ; polar cub gave a tilt of your head. that is ridiculous, came a chiding snort, a shake of her head. blood is too thick, suffocating. needs to be thinned out, every now and then, or else you drown in it, for she had seen, known, just how important loners and vagabonds were to the health of the future clan children. the thinning oceans waves always delivered when the veins of blood grew close to entanglement. such ... risks were to be avoided at all times.

with a final decision, nanuralaaq gave a hefty breath, and said: you are strong, regina. woman of bears, but also, angajuqqaaq, chieftess. nanurnut kuin, queen of bears, though the latter came with light chuckle, for though she did not underestimate ameline's ability to dominate even the might of bears, the image of a woman commanding such brutes came humorous to the snowwomans mind. you like the words?