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

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silatuyok offered only a small smile, shaking her pale head gently as she reached to pluck a leftover stem from the other woman’s fur.
know caribou hunters, she confirmed softly, brows lifting with a quiet, thoughtful pride. not meet.
her words were shaped slow, careful, tongue working around common as though it were something too large for her mouth. still, there was warmth in her voice—recognition, maybe even kinship, despite the unfamiliar name.
you...be strong. she added after a pause, gaze flicking once to sulukinak’s shoulders, her bearing. there was strength there. the kind that came from survival, not just blood.
she did not pry further. instead, her eyes turned again to the horizon, wind brushing along her cheek as she murmured, maybe we meet again.