Big Salmon Lake Why are you hanging on so tight

periane did not startle at the noise, nor at the voice that followed, though her ears flicked toward the sound in quiet acknowledgment. her hands, steady and practiced, continued their work as the hymn she had been humming tapered into silence.
the fox hide, damp and darkened from the lake’s touch, lay stretched between her paws. she lifted it slightly, squeezing out excess water before draping it over a smooth stone to dry. only then did she turn to regard the woman who had come to her.
soft, steady eyes traced the contrast of shadow and light across the stranger’s coat—coal black, snowy white, kissed with embers. striking. her voice, when it came, was smooth as flowing water, laced with quiet reverence.
well, hello there.
the words carried warmth, but there was something measured beneath them. the way periane held herself—tall but unassuming, composed yet deeply present—spoke of someone who weighed every interaction with careful thought.
you walk softly, she observed, voice gentle, unhurried. one might think you did not wish to be seen. a pause, then, a quiet, knowing smile. do you know how to cure pelts?

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