Duskfire Glacier uppsaluk

hunters. strong large warriors who settled in a land of ice but did not press their aim. silvertongue smiled wanly as the men began to speak. that would change for darukaal, she felt. men always wanted more. she saw little of women here, but perhaps they were elsewhere. the pelts were inviting, the hollow warm. it was not akashingo and despite the lack of gilding, she did not mind. darukaal was honest, which was more than she could have ever said for one of the egyptians. at last she settled upon the fine furs, uttering a small sound of contentment as she stretched lithe body against the grain of the leather, not watching akavir nor faust, but listening, listening even as exhaustion set in. darukaal's hospitality interested her. maybe it would be a boon to the creek wolf.