Luneshale Pass Where you don't see me

Safiya kept a level eye on the path in front of her, compensating with her other senses on her blind side. Sometimes movements a bit overexaggerated, because she mistepped, but not often. Safiya had been young enough when her eye had been torn from her socket. That she could and had learned quickly how to make up for her blindness on that side. 

She nodded. Also fat and slow. All prey animals began to eat more as the colder whether came. By spring they were less hearty. But fall. That was a time of joyous occasion. 

Safiya frowned in thought. How many women are left without her? I do not know if I would bear children. That leaves Dija? Anyone else?