Meleys battled the haziness of tired, still waking eyes as she struggled to come to in the early morning. Starlight streaked over the sky where the sun had yet to break. The caribou rest, their dark backs covered in soft snow. Meleys rest, her dark back covered in soft snow.
Groggy still as she remained curled in her ball, within a small dug out hallow in an ice mound. Crunching of footfalls caused her head to lift, eyes narrow as she took focus of her brother passing near.
Groggy still as she remained curled in her ball, within a small dug out hallow in an ice mound. Crunching of footfalls caused her head to lift, eyes narrow as she took focus of her brother passing near.
Still too early, brother...She grumbled.
"speaking common" - "speaking lanzadoii"
