Duskfire Glacier iqaluksiuq

how long would she stay? she could hunt forever; the caribou were plentiful, and the lake likely held fish. there were men here to help with the bigger threats. to hunt was the only obligation the man had proposed to her. any wolf unable to hunt would die, that was the natural law.
as she peered across the lake surface again, she patiently waited for any sign of fish. a ripple, a flash of their almond-shape; there was movement but it was only the distantly reflected prehistoric silhouette of a wading bird. it was enough to draw her eye, and from there sulukinak spied a pale, terrestrial figure approaching.

a woman.
an immediate annoyance sprang to life for the shadow, nostrils flaring as that feminine scent grew in strength around her.
keshka. it could've been a greeting—but no, it was not. even sulukinak with all of her abscent social grace could tell that much.

sulukinak. steel in her spine, she has that flighty look again; like before, she is ready to leave the moment things turn sour. it is almost as if she expects this to a greater degree here, versus when she'd met the man upon the glacier.