Cedar Sweep ninniach

she thought of what kigipigak had taught her, what she had learned from issorartuyok. even the tall, mean man at winter hunting had given her a new way of looking at a spar.
the girl was silent as she struck. her teeth flashed for the tangled nape, a snarl vibrating in her throat. and still she did not know why she attacked, only that it felt good, great even, in a swiftly chaotic way.