Duskfire Glacier Tamiulupâ

Lane’s friend was found with a large bone. She appeared to be working it, possibly to expose the marrow inside. As the northerner drew toward where she was, he watched quietly. Thoughts of Meerkat still filled his mind. He wished to disengage from their talk, to strip himself of it and leave behind anything that had ever been shared or felt for her. It would have been easier.

Greetings, Keyni, Issorartuyok woofed out to her.

The man drew his dark face up, filling himself with the pride that had been squashed with his previous talk. He hoped that Lane’s friend was doing well, that she had felt comforted. It must not have been an easy task to help tend to things when their herds were all but gone.

I hope you are faring well.