Mount Apikuni she had nowhere else to go

Jinx nodded dumbly, allowing that he should be there. He was above all her mentor, and had a right to command her that she fancied no other had. Not only that, but she had never been present for a sacrifice, and knew Lecter could be the one to guide her in the proper procedure. They were his children, though, and she couldn't expect that he would not become volatile when she stole their lives.

She didn't care, herself. A deep part of her dreaded motherhood, for it dreaded becoming Nanuq. The once-revered Warchief of the Bay had been an awful mother, absent and aloof, who had abandoned her children. In her bias, she didn't remember the good times or the adoration, only the dismay. She pressed herself closer to the shaman, seeking his comfort in this matter, but said nothing else; she would let him to his hunting now, if he desired.