Ah, just as sharp as she had been that first day. Siv was pleased by this. It meant Salsola raised their children right. The name given was foreign, but the surname belonged to several of the stranger-family here. Siv imagined that most of these people were related in some way or another—she understood the way the bloodlines tied and gave strength, after all. Even if she no longer could claim her own, nothing stopped her from finding another.
“Siv,” she replied, deliberately leaving out her surname (as she had been doing for a time). “I do not think this will be much of a hunt,” the dark woman added, pale eyes returning to the shore. There were two calves crying on the sand, but no mother in sight. Nature was cruel in this way, but she did not fail to accept the gift for more than what it might be. “I’m after their pelts,” Siv explained, sitting up slightly. Her height alone left her towering above the girl, but in her current crouch, they were equal. “So the less damage to them, the better.”
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