Duskfire Glacier iqaluksiuq

the small ones make for easy sport, she agreed, her gaze cutting briefly toward the water where the heron worked at its meal. the sound of the bird's catch was distant but familiar, a reminder that there was food all around if you knew where to look.
she turned, stepping lightly away from the lake’s edge, casting sulukinak a glance over her shoulder. how about something smaller for now? there was no rush for bigger prey. no sense in tiring themselves out when a quick meal would do.
fish. hare. whatever we can flush out. a simple plan. an easy hunt. her tail flicked once, signaling for the woman to follow. save your strength for the ungulates.
it was a rare offer from keshka. a rare invitation. whether the shadow would take it, she didn’t know. but there was something in the way sulukinak moved, the way she carried herself—flighty, yet always watching.