| Quote #1
Her house was not well built for she had never made one before, but it was cozy inside. She had windproofed it by sealing the sod bricks with mud from the pond at her door, and she had made it beautiful by spreading the caribou ground cloths on the floor. (1.27)
Miyax takes a stab at making a house, and the results aren't too shabby. She even tries to make it homey by arranging her things carefully. But this house is temporary; it won't last through winter, and therefore it can't really be a home.
| Quote #2
Now it was Miyax's turn to say she was home. Patting the ground, circling first to the left and then to the right, she lay down and pulled her knees up to her chin. (1.187)
This home is temporary, too, but it's a bit closer to what we're looking for. After all, she feels safe and secure surrounded by her wolves.
| Quote #3
There was Kapugen's little house of driftwood, not far from the beach. It was rosy-gray on the outside. Inside, it was gold-brown. Walrus tusks gleamed and drums, harpoons, and mans' knives decorated the walls. The sealskin kayak beside the door glowed as if the moon had been stretched across it and its graceful ribs shone black. Dark gold and soft brown were the old men who sat around Kapugen's camp stove and talked to him by day and night. (2.6)
Our Miyax certainly seems at home here. The description itself is lovely, and the beautiful memories make us sad that Miyax was ever forced to leave it.