She was afraid of guns and terrified of polar bears.

She was a seamstress from a mission school.

But she was also Iñupiat.

And somewhere in that identity — in the hands that had been trained to work with needle and thread, in the eyes that had grown up reading a northern landscape even if they had not been taught to hunt in it, in the practical intelligence that had gotten her through a life of sustained hardship before she ever arrived on Wrangel Island — there was something she could draw on.

The first thing she had to learn was how to trap.