Dawnlark Plains please don't dress in black when you're at his wake

Some of the plant matter got stuck in her molars, and Sulukinak made an ugly face as she opened up wide to work her tongue at the gums, and catch her cheeks, and tilt her head, until it was all caught and molded on her tongue for swallowing.

The woman introduced herself; she had a name like rain on ice, with an even tempo, and almost familiar because of how close it was to her own. Perhaps they were of similar people? Blinking at her a moment, the shadow girl answers—Sulukinak.

While she was skeptical of this woman, she was also thankful for the help and the herbs. She did not know how to express this, however. So Sulukinak would keep the name and the face together in her mind, and maybe in the future something could be given back to her - but she would not make promises.

I am Lanzadoii, which was partially true—she still confused the trio of clans and wasn't entirely sure which truly claimed her blood. Do you know? Caribou hunters.