Qeya River we got money ... we got dreams

She had intended to fish, but the shadows grew long and she grew tired. Pensive. Amalia had gone to Moonglow and although she had told the woman to pace herself, she could not help but fret already.

Frazzled by the turmoil of the ever changing Natigvik.

Now Kigipigak was gone.

A strange man in her home.

She kept her gaze from him often, but tonight he cut into view of it. Preened and strong. Feathers in his mouth. There was betraying approval in her gaze despite the composed state of the rest of her.

Is this to make up for the lack of pelt?