Duskfire Glacier mitqiaq

he did not appear receptive. how had nukilik drawn so many men to her hearth? they had been needy, desperate. this one was the opposite: master of the domain upon which they stood. he carried the scent of women a few times over.

sulukinak had made a mistake. the ice called to her but it was not here, not this place. this man had enough bounty around him - this glacier was not as hungry as the everdark.

pulling herself from his company, she moves - thinking herself sly - and attempts to disengage. she pauses to appraise the landscape in mimicry of him.

if he moves at all, the shadow will only sweep away with greater insistence. the lingering sweetness of sulukinak's changing scent pales in comparison to the man's own, and she will know which paths to avoid as she goes.