Emberflame Ridge Attawkǒnts

Ayovi crosses to where Skorpa sits, raising a tender palm against his face, thinking in feats of his own passion is where she loves him most. Her own mind rousing in response.
“Ja, handel, hvorfor i nord? Saatsine give rensdyr, vi jager rensdyr. Darukaal give... eneste problem. Syd har brug for hvad Nord har: stort kød og sne pels. Nord har brug for hvad syd har: særlig klinge. Du er ranger, så vi når.”
She understands the wisdom of his words, and still Ayovi questions if she can stomach playing nice with factions she could not respect. Saatsine seemed to crumble into dissent and at their best Darukaal was a loose cannon.
“Vide mening Winsook? ‘To fly’, my love,” and she studies the fever of lambent eyes with her cooling blue.