Duskfire Glacier a matter of honor

Can be a cameo unless spotted.

the late hour did not hinder the shadow. she had always done her best work in the evenings, accustomed for such a long time to month-long darkness. this was no different: if anything, a return to her normal. ice below, darkness above.
a demand carried through the night for the man sulukinak had come to know as the chieftain here. she slunk closer, keeping silent and secret, curious over who could be shouting at such an hour.
did she know the man who came knocking? he looked as fit as any hunter. she could not immediately remember. but as she lingered she hoped to observe and to learn.