Duskfire Glacier iqaluksiuq

keshka followed in quiet agreement, her strides long and smooth beside sulukinak. maybe fish, she said simply, voice low as her eyes scanned the lakeshore. the heron had made its claim on the water’s edge, but there were always scraps left in nature’s wake—always some small thing unaware of its fate.
her nose dipped toward the ground, catching faint traces: rabbit, perhaps. maybe vole. not much, but enough for a meal if they were swift about it.
she flicked a glance toward the other woman, the faintest curl at the corner of her lips. we’ll find what we need, keshka added, shifting closer to the trees that fringed the lake. good caches.
and with that, she fell into an easy, practiced pace, ready to flush out whatever the land was willing to give.