Duskfire Glacier you want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception

A moon. Hardly time at all, and yet the glacier has grown to be a bastion worthy of Chieftain's attention. Nagruk is jealous in a way, that a woman so pitiful has found a home here. Selfish desires compete with a thin-line duty to Saatsine; she would obey them for now, though her eyes scan the terrain approvingly.

Attention returns to the task at hand, lip twitching. "Who," she presses, seeking details of the one that calls themself a caribou hunter. Chieftain must be made aware of any connection, if he is not already. Impatient now, the woman slips into a stupor; Nagruk surges forward to set her teeth forcefully onto the other's nape. "Who?"