The children barely lifted their faces from brimming bowls of meat and juices and tubers. Talks to Trees was a little more circumspect, even though her own hunger was great.
Once fed, the warmth in the great skin lodge, and the fullness of her belly, induced somnolence, and it was only with an effort that she kept her eyes open.
The tall warrior who had found her crossing the ice with the children on her back smiled.
“You may sleep. You and the small ones are safe here. We only eat the white eyes.”
Trees forced her stomach to settle…
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