Duskfire Glacier after midnight

the woman was agitated, and slow. sulukinak had only moments ago displayed the ability to muster language - but maybe they had not heard her? maybe those little white ears were broken. she doubted the chieftain would harbor someone with a deficit like that if he intended his warriors to be fully capable.
i just did. a snort followed. sulukinak did not know this woman and had by now realized there was something wrong, either with them or with something between them where faust was concerned; but it was not as if sulukinak intended to be wife.
moving around the woman where she lay, the shadow girl looked more like a hungry pest lingering at the edge of a camp. eyes glinting with the light spared by the moon.
you treat him badly. like he is husband, when he is chieftain. is husband what you want? she had not stopped moving but had continued to circumnavigate the woman's sprawling place; her voice came crawling through the dark all the same. not wanting to be struck, sulukinak hoped to use the woman's perceived lethargy as an advantage.