Moonspear Hide your soul out of his reach

An urgent cry from Nasamik pulled Sialuk from her search for midwinter herbs. She flicked an ear back, noted where she would return, and set off at a steady stride until she spotted the white woman. She appeared worried and weary. Sialuk creased her brow.

What has happened? she asked, forgoing salutations all together. She did not see the rabbit, distracted by the tension in the air.