Killing Caribou: Fairytale

The soft wail of the mourning mother was the welcome that she got when she returned to camp. "Mama," she called, running forward, dropping her bow in the snow. "I'm' here. It's ok, now. I killed a caribou, and we'll have enough food to last us through the winter. It's ok." The wail of her mother's voice rose in grief. When she grew close enough to hear what her mother was chanting, her feet stumbled and stopped. Her mother was wailing the chant to the dead for her daughter. Her mother only had one daughter: herself. "No, mama, I'm not dead. See, here I am!" She ran forward, her bloodstained fur boots leaving a trail of blood to mark her way behind her.

Inspiration: Hunter's Kiss by Rasputina
Story Potential: Um. High? Medium-high?
Notes: Written in a Scandinavian fairytale sort of fashion, I think.... Combine "the headstrong girl intrudes into traditional male territory to save her family" with "the breaking of a balance-with-nature taboo." Freedom of information parable? Regardless, caribou herd shapeshifting penalty--links nicely with some of the traditional folktales.