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I don’t feel like doing translations, so bleh, italics are in Inuttut.

Kove had come to accept the lack of Inuits long ago. Rarely anymore was he struck with terrible pangs of loneliness, understanding that being without those of the same culture meant nothing. He still had a family there with him, as well as friends that he’d defend with his life. There was no reason for him to feel as if he had no one when, really, he had many—but despite this, he felt his chest swell with a strong sense of home simply by being in the presence of another northerner. “You’ll get used to it,” he informed her, not knowing if that was a good or bad thing; this his voice betrayed, a dash of uncertainty finishing it off.

“It’s nice to meet you, Shivali,” his words were genuine. “My name’s Kove.” The name was unlike those commonly heard throughout the history of his lineage, being a gift from his foreign mother. “How long have you been travelling for?” was his next question, curious to hear just how far she might have ventured from home.