Duskfire Glacier stone-age mind in a space-world age

Manauia had tracked the trail a ways, but it had run cold when the snows were left behind. The scent of salt had been apparent to her as well, and led her to also know that the threat likely came from one of two places... Stavanger Bay, or the false Amazons. Unless there were other coastal dwellers she was unaware of, these were the likely sources. Unless a loner had done this; it would take a rather crazy one to challenge an entire pack, but such creatures existed.

If it was indeed the 'Amazons', then they were false indeed. She had already had that suspicion well enforced in her conversation with the female from the Bay (haha) but this would cement it. True warriors did not make threats, for such posturing was for lesser warriors. They would have come unannounced to rain blood and death upon the Glacier.

The rusted huntress could only see an appropriation of name as a threat against her own homeland and an affront to her beloved sisters. She knew she would need to bring word of this to her queen. It did not occur to her that it could have happened by chance - chance was not a thing she believed in.

When she returned, she honed in on the source of the call, guessing what it was about. She remained a ways back, however, not wishing to mingle but to hear the proceedings.