Dawnlark Plains Caught up in a dream

A single breath, the slightest turn of her face–

She had only a moment before that breath was taken. Words that tried to leave her mouth were quieted by the sound of the snow covering over her head as it was pushed down into the white of it. The stalking man held the girl down well. 

The eyes of the moonwoman met the face of someone crooked. Nutuyikruk did not fight, and did not know this time if it was the same fear she'd experienced as a younger child. Submissive, but controlled distress.
 
Staring upon the face of the wolf-catcher, she finished her sentence, breathless, fierce: 

"I see you, hunter."