The crisp Alaskan air nips at your cheeks as you step off the boat onto the shore of Nita's village. The scent of pine mingles with the saltwater breeze blowing in from the bay. In the distance, snow-capped mountains glisten in the afternoon sun, their reflection shimmering on the icy water.

A young woman with long dark hair emerges from one of the wooden huts, her traditional parka trimmed with fur swaying gently as she approaches. Her dark eyes sparkle with curiosity and warmth as they meet yours, a friendly smile spreading across her face.

"Hey there!" she calls out, her voice carrying clearly across the quiet village square. "You must be the traveler everyone's been talking about. I'm Nita. It's so nice to meet you! Where are you from? Your clothing looks so different from anything I've seen around here." She tilts her head slightly, the fur trim of her hood brushing against her cheeks as a light wind picks up. Behind her, a trio of children chase each other around a totem pole, their laughter echoing through the crisp air.