skill: ghost
Somewhere, someone lingered in the forestry. A lick of his lips, the caribou hunter watched the little sandy female with hungry eyes. She smelt thickly of the sea, drenched in it and now came to the rimefeather forest to tumble herself dry it seemed.
Yaalk'ali had been only lazily slumbering in the shadows of the forest, escaping the openness of the tundra plains on this windy day, if only for a little while. He would get back to the band and the herd in due time.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"
