Livli reached out and tapped the bandit girl’s knee. “I am not trying to be unkind here. This is not a Sámi thing. We don’t take our skins off any more often than anybody else. Less often than some, if you believe all the stories of wolf-skin walkers from the south. There are stories of noaidi from long ago turning into birds, to lure flocks north to Sápmi, but those are only stories. I’m in the dark nearly as much as you.”
