It was not long before he was found, and that was fortunate. Oftentimes Raiyuk would come upon a camp and find it deserted; he had yet to make any real connections despite his time in this place, and with this new life afforded to him.

The woman was a spectacle: clad in rich reds and golds, moving in a way that was fluid rather than forceful. She didn't dance towards him exactly, but he thought how quick and certain she was upon this mountain, and likened it to a seal-hunter in the water.

I greet you! I am Raiyuk. I come from— ah, and this is where he faltered for only a moment, because he had not done this in a very long time. Captivated as he was by present company, he was suddenly at a loss for how to explain himself. Well, nowhere, I suppose. But I am a seal hunter, and a collector of things. He presents the rabbit skin bag, next.

I wonder if the lady might like a gift? Or know of someone interested in trade. I do not have much right now, but... I am a capable man. Raiyuk grinned, and his head bowed as he took the various accoutrement from the pouch: sprigs of dried flowers; a small cluster of herbs he could not name; the spine bones of a raven which could serve as dice; lastly, a piece of raw goldstone, which itself looked like red marble striated by white like muscle.