Firefly Glen to the ocean so far away

Maybe is different sea lion than one in cold water, She muses thoughtfully. The siren listened on curiously as Kukutux described more of her home- caribou (whatever that was!), and a sun that never sets. What kind of place was it, inhabited by strange beasts and constant day? 

A sun that never set? How this possible? She chooses to inquire with some shock, gaze flitting once more to the setting sun. How did they know when to sleep? Or when to hunt? These were the things she wondered; Huā was not sure if she had the sort of internal clock that could direct her on these things if she existed without time. Kukutux must be a wise woman indeed, then.