Around her, the constant breathing and occasional snores indicated her family slept soundly. How she wished she could, but thoughts of the young man she’d met while preparing for the fall hunt stirred her to sleeplessness. Such a fine specimen, and so unlike any of the undesirables in her own clan. With her first menses celebration held years ago, at nearly nineteen summers, she was ready to find a mate. Her mind spun, carrying her back to yesterday when she’d first laid eyes on him.
“Nasnana, bring more brush,” father had snapped instructions as they labored with other clan mates on the fence following the caribou migration trail.
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