Duskfire Glacier mitqiaq

her mother's face flashed to mind then, blood in her teeth and eyes wide; why? of all things to be shown, the shaman woman was the farthest from sulukinak's heart.

the man looked to the glacier but the shadow was not drawn there now, and seemed to flow beneath the plume of his breath. uninhibited. what did she want?

...aitchuun. as her mother's muradoii word flit across her tongue, she felt the familiar spike of anger heat her blood, spreading through her skin as her own breath winnowed thin and silver through the air. breathing in sharply, sulukinak forces the witch from her mind.

the air is sweet, the gap between them narrow. she was not her mother. she was not her mother and this man was not hungry for her or anything—it wasn't the same.

so she reasoned, so she lied.