Duskfire Glacier all we wanted, was a place to feel like home

just gonna pp Siku for this last post so we can get this wrapped up. :)

Imaq's brow rumpled, perplexed and feeling dread settle in the pit of her stomach like a stone sinking beneath the surface of a lake. She couldn't manage to express her thoughts, not quite knowing what to say and lacking the dexterity in the common tongue to phrase her worries. 

"Caribou sick in Nunaat, family move. Leave meat for inua. For Sedna." She revealed in hushed tones of reverence, glancing to her son whom nodded solemnly. He would be Angakoqq, spirit-speaker, after Imaq. The she-dog had been teaching him to leave offerings for the spirits and the ways of communing with them. 

The medicine woman could not be certain Rye would understand, or the others for that matter. It was entirely possible they didn't adhere to the northern ways of olde. Imaq had been gone so long, she wasn't sure they would listen if she suggested they move to a new territory -- she felt hesitant to even suggest such a thing. But if they were already being forced to range farther and farther afield to fill the caches, then it was possible that Wintersbane and Tzila were already planning to relocate. 

Imaq held her tongue, knowing it would be no good to argue with Rye about such a thing. In truth, she needed to rest and regain her strength. Even so, her features set stubbornly. She was woman-who-hunts. It wouldn't be long before she rejoined the Glacier's hunting party -- missing leg or no.