Duskfire Glacier iqaluksiuq

keshka's ears flicked, her grin widening as if pleased by the girl's deduction. yes, she confirmed plainly, her voice as blunt as the slash across her face. hunter. it was all she had ever been. all she ever wanted to be.
she followed sulukinak's gaze to the water, tracking the bird's lunge, but her attention remained half on the woman beside her. last i counted? ten. a lazy shrug of her shoulders, as if numbers hardly mattered. big enough to hold the glacier. small enough to keep sharp.
her eyes drifted back to the shadowy figure of the other woman. she looked like she knew how to run, how to keep pace. keshka admired that.
want to hunt? she asked, tilting her head, the offer effortless but genuine. there's plenty of land here to prove you're worth feeding.