Duskfire Glacier iqaluksiuq

a few hours of roaming brought her to the meltwater of a lake; the day was clear and so the lake reflected the white-blue above, and spread out before her vision as smooth as glass. pinewood lined much of this place, darkening the contours of the lake's shape so that further investigation would have to transpire before she had it fully mapped out. that was not her aim, though.
her own narrow, dark figure spidered along the edge.
it was easy to find the more rich scents of strangers here—she counted numerous women, as she had earlier suspected. a sparse number of men, which upon discovery of such musk, sulukinak felt a curious thrill in the pit of her belly. bowing a shoulder to the dirt, the woman bent and rolled, and collected those scents; better to integrate herself, she thought. the sea brine scent of her travels would quickly be overshadowed.
when upright again, shaking the wild and spiking furs of her nape and shoulders, she continued alongside the water's edge as if on the hunt for a meal. her aim was something else entirely.