Honeyed Pasture Soldier keep on marching on

Miussunit was gone.

Nasamik had traveled far from home. Now she wandered in a land she knew nothing of.

But it could not be this way for long. The frigid nip in the air suggested that ukiuk was in full throttle.

Though mature, someone so young as she would not survive alone. Especially not in such a foreign place.

So the search would begin. A new place to call angiggak would need to be found. And soon.