Duskfire Glacier The moon cuts a path

Tikigâk rumbled in low approval for their shared success, tail lashing behind her. The question posed was answered with a shake of her head. 

The Darukaal woman would make a mess of such a thing. Never before had there been a need or a purpose for such—but in Darukaal, she learned there was, at the very least, some sort of purpose. Learning still. Faust had prepared caribou furs, and cougar furs for her. She looked down at the fox furs, considering. 

That it might look nice upon her earned a tilt of her head. Tikigâk was a woman who cared not at all for looks, and had not thought about how such a thing would look when on her back. It would certainly hide the dirt and debris there.

But these furs were a part of her story in Darukaal, too. Kinship she built. With Nanook now, sister of the hunt and the kill.

…you know how to do this? Tikigâk asks in her deep voice. Never before had she cared much for any other cultures beyond her own. Even while she struggled still to do so, she made an effort.