Her tromp is restless where there are less and less ice floes and more and more new smells. Silver-colored fish and fat seabirds, elk musk tangling with stenches from fox, the barren diamond coastline has turned into her wondrous playing ground! There is so much food, enough for all three of them and the ocean spirits too, and she has begun to round pleasantly at the middle as all four legs stretch lanky and ears grow comically long.
Girl never strays too far from Tata or Ana, lifting an ear every once in a while and sounding out her position like a bright little songbird. But the wind cuts wildly from the east, and Asxinu chases into it farther than she ever had before!
Thrilled, and daring!

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Far to the easterly beaches she has wended, unaware of what rustling her girlish tromps wrought on these softly sibilant shores.
Asxinu has no concept of time. She is unaware of her growth. She no longer remembers her father from before, with the cough and the opened wounds. Nor the one with a coat of pure white. He has always been young, and strong. He has always had a bloodmark, and two-toned eyes; one for the sea and one for the sun. He has always flowed with Ana, and they with the spirits of the deep ocean.
These same musings have led her here, and the musk of ammonia pushes far downshore.
“Tata!” Girl calls, not old enough yet to want for space between he and she. In childish teeth is clutched something treated far more preciously than her sticks. This she would give to him, for he must feel a significance too! “Look!”

Girl crouches before him, licking the tall forearm and lovingly nosing his belly. Tailtip and ears flash high in the wind.
Tata stands in an aura of light, for the sun glimmers on the dark guard hairs and he seems to glow. The air is cold and she pours her breath against his ankle where it warms her face. He always gives instructions on what Axsinu must and must not do. She has learned that some sea mammals pose a mortal danger, and others less so. Among them are skinny whales, whose good fat and skin could be harvested, but whose thin meat must be thrown only to shaahk, because it may result from an illness. She has learned that smaller fish yield leaner flesh, and that larger ones are often more trouble than they are worth. But she has not encountered seal since migrating back to the black coast with Ana and Tata.
So this jaw is a novelty, spread in halves now between stubby paws for careful observation. And best admired from a distance! She does not want these teeth turned against her!
“Oh!” The wonderment is quiet but plain— how can one be a seal and a lion? The ebbing tide leaves a small stretch of open water between ice floes where Asxinu peers timidly.
“Do lion seals hunt us, Tata? Like sharks? And black fish?”

Girl bites her lip, for such a rare discovery would be nice to keep and admire in their den!
Her insides flutter as though a sea bird is winging near her heart. But a chill passes thereafter, and Asxinu leans her small body over the bone hearth to offer top and bottom jaws atop the growing cairn of remains.
She turns back to grin up at Tata and fluff out her pelt, feeling quite proud of this accomplishment in the aftermath. It seems like a very adult thing to do, even if her intention is to sneak back after dinner. Maybe the spirits will not mind if she looks at the odd teeth again?
But to keep them forever—no. She is a diligent pupil of her lessons, and Tata himself may have mythical powers. Such a presence he is to her.
Soulful brown eyes are wide upon him.
“Can we go back tomorrow to look for more seal things?”