Herbalists' Cache father water

"Ah!"

Thrusted into the light under the claws of the chief, Nutuyikruk's teeth grit and hissed under pressure. A mass of them, a mass of the stranger people. Sick people, she knew, with twisted faces and feral morals. Once, she had nursed home the soft faces of taken children into the ridge. Now it was she on the ground.

She who was made a spectacle!

Quick did the girl try to take in the faces from that of the taiga clan, but it was not long before that familiar presence of claws reminded Nutuyikruk again of position. Lowly, a catch, a fox in the den of beasts. Then, the Law. Lanzadoii Law, Saatsine Law. Like a chant that ate away at Nutuyikruk's lungs. Focus upon breath! Upon breath! Angry spurts of air out her nose that tried to stay reserved in her upper chest. 

The caribou hunters.

No longer was she the raider. Slave. Slave to the people who would raid the moon wolves. No...! 

She ushered to the wife of the chieftain, bitter-spirited, walking as the enslaved did. Nutuyikruk would carry and hold any and all items she was given with no harsh tongue. No fight. But there was something like the harsh ridge of the mountains in the child's eyes. She refused to break a fourth time.

They marched.