Silver Moraine and they called him, "Lemon Boy"

The glacier loomed, a beacon that draws the Tartok woman away from Chieftain's woodland camp and further into the taiga. Lanzadoii land. All of it. The concept is strange, foreign, but Nagruk is beginning to see the benefits of it.

She is leaping deftly from rock to rock when a scuffle and a flash of silver catches her eye. Roving closer reveals a girl; she is tiny and thin, not much more meat than bone, and she is almost quick to move on when a thought catches her.

"Get up." Voice gruff, but not unkind, her dark head blots out the wintersun as she leans over to stare pointedly.