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"A fitting name." He mused, looking at her pelt, "To me you are Ceara, or Inneq Ququriaq." He had no notion that Fire held a significan above more than a nickname, that Blackthorns were only known as their nicknames. Siarut liked the way his language tasted when used to refer to Ceara. 

"You don't need to know now, we can figure it out together." How he hoped she would come with them, join him and finally meet his family. "We are leaving." Sia dropped his head softly, avoiding any gaze she might direct at him. "My family and I. We are settling far from here, leaving the Woods in favour of ice and snow. I would very much love for you to join us Ceara. Bring warmth to my family, even in the frigid north."