Ouroboros Spine ᐊ naluna

She stopped in her tracks when the male approached. Dappled in silver, almost navy hues, she let her eyes run across the plain of his body. Unabashedly, she was impressed. A aulatti she thought, and then he spoke!
Her interpretation of the common tongue was not as sharp as it could have been, but she understood well enough. Moonglow. That is where she has found herself? A legendary village! A small gasp eluded her breath in response.
Waterman, she breathed in her own tongue. Would he understand this? He must, given that it was his honorific. Her head crest into a bow.
I am Ippiksaut, Ts’alia. She raised her head to meet his eyes. I am in search of other villages. I hope you would have me— my mother trained me in pelt curing, ceremonies, and seal hunting.