Ouroboros Spine ukijijuk ⏧

She felt a dive of crestfallen disappointment at the matchmaker's words. Too far for convenient travel, especially when there was so much to be done in their own village. Even now that the ulax was peppered with the dwellings of new faces and their caches were full with the efforts of her comrades, the deerstalker hunted and worked her hides as best she could. There were other things too: her ambitions to record the history of Moonglow, the cultivation of her herb garden, and the possibility of studying pregnancy and midwifery with Kukutux and Sialuk in the near future. Perhaps in the fall, if any children she brought to Adrastus' hearth were old enough for her to travel from them for a length of time, before the cold set in. 

"Such men rarely do," the two-year jested lightly in return, grinning mischievously as her thoughts turned to the brumal sivullik. Wintersbane appeared in her mind as another form of the man she admired: responsible, kind, nurturing. It didn't seem far fetched that the dove should come to respect their allies' leader, given that she found a chance to meet him someday.