Faith had cost her more than she cared to measure. Nanuq was a creature ruled by brawn, not brains, and she did not care much for ponderous thoughts. Faith had stolen Koios (though she still blamed Siku, the Houngan had always been accursed, such were the Sons of Sos) and faith had forced her to abandon Shearwater. She had always been more grounded in blood and battles but when Atka had spoken she had no choice but to turn her back on the bay and walk away. Back to Echo Cove she had went, leaving behind daughters and sons and an empire.
Faith was cruel.
The Kesuk matriarch had lost not an ounce of strength or size to age, she was as big and bold as she had ever been. Lumbering steps carried her around the foreign land, she had come once before seeking Aklhut, son of Oak Heart, but she had melted away back to the cold lands that were in her blood. Atka called and she went, and the Gentle Mother was not without mercy. Once more she had beckoned Nanuq forward and the female had went tirelessly, there was not room for doubting Atka in her. So many fell to Sos, but she was a champion of the light for all her wretched pride.
A scent, old yet familiar greeted her and while Nanuq had no talent for blending in, she felt shame for what her faith had cost her. Jinx was a part of her, as every one of her children were, and she hesitated a moment before continuing to follow the trail, her heavy thudding steps announcing her presence though she voiced no sounds.