Dawnlark Plains paint rock

He stares beyond her, to watch something unseen. A caribou, perhaps, a branch laden with snow, a white hare on the run. Whatever it is does not interest Nagruk, and her focus remains solely studying the lines of his face.

She is not a temptress, not seductive in the slightest as her more devout cousins might be. Her time will come when the sun beats harshly upon the land and thins the pelts of wolves, but still something within her burns for his attention. A selfish desire to conquer both Star Eater and the man who's life she grows.

"North. On mountains and ridges. Many branches, led by fierce woman usually. Issumatar," she adds, though she does not expect him to understand.