Nuna smiled tightly to herself once Ehvren was up on the sled. It had been a long time since she'd warned anyone against a
Bumble. It only worked on foreigners, of course. And how long had it been since she'd met a foreigner? Nuna suddenly realized that she didn't know. Did she really not know? Her concept of time was increasingly blurred and stretched Strange, though, that she couldn't remember. Well, she had a foreigner now.
"On we go, Kanut!" she called to the snow-white dog. Kanut wasted no time and leapt into action. Though the dog was bigger than he might have seemed to Ehvren, he nonetheless pulled the sled with more speed and alacrity than would be expected from one dog. In truth, Kanut was under a similar enchantment to Nuna. The dog was hundreds of years old, and only seemed to grow stronger with each passing winter.
The trio flew over the snow. The stumpy little trees became less and less as they left the taiga behind and transitioned onto the tundra. The last glow of light on the horizon disappeared and was replaced by bright, blazing starlight. After nearly an hour or so, they approached a snow-laden little
turf house or Goahti. ((Imagine it with snow!)) It was a tiny little dwelling and Nuna hadn't been here for a bit of time. But there should be stores of dry peat and wood, and it wouldn't take long to get a fire going.
"Here we are!" she declared brightly to Ehvren, jumping off the sled. "Haven't been here in a bit, but we should have it snug and warm in no time." She took the harness off of Kanut and stored the sled around the side of the Goahti. Hefting the sack from the sled, she came around and opened the Goahti door, only knocking off a few spider webs, then made an extravagant 'after you!' gesture to Ehvren.