Inutai sat alone in front of her tent and contemplatively looked down into the valley. It was always the same that bothered her when she was without company, but now Ainuk dominated her thoughts. She imagined him as a chieftain, saw herself at their marriage ceremony.
It was awful.
She would rather die than spend the rest of her life like this. Why did he do that? It was not fair. Did he know that she loved another hunter of his werak? That she loved Aratak?
She did not know, but the feeling was shattering. She had believed so strongly that this Werak could be her last, one to grow old and live her life as she pleased, but it was not mean