Emberwood ﹌ Txumtsyìp

close. this is good.
she flicks an ear when he speaks opinions, her brow lifting slightly as she is looking down at the work; but when she is finished and he is asking her why, skuka blinks at him a moment.

eywa gives, we give back. she meant their People, but it was possible this was a habit born of the forest and not the sea. she looks over to the space that was like a cache, and like a grave, and like the wilderness because of how she had hidden things so well—smiling faintly at her success.

then she looks to him and up, at the trees, judging the time and what to do next.
until we find our place in this wilderness, i do not what strangers on the trail. they were dangerous because they were not known to her—to them.