Otter Creek Yeah, I'm afraid

The table bit shown in all of my posts looks ugly as shit, I groan. Alas, I am far too lazy and lack the time to go through and edit it out of every single post.

The Inuk knew that he lived in the north no longer, for it was something that he could never forget. If he were to look around him, he would find only those of his blood that had been born from his coupling with another being, rather than aunts and uncles, cousins and distant relatives of all other sorts. And although he loved most of his children dearly, they were not of the north, nor would they ever be. The customs were not known by them—something that he had always hoped to fix, but few had ever shown much interest in his homeland—nor the vastness of their family. It bothered him greatly, truly and terribly so, but the information was not something that he could force into anyone’s mind. That, perhaps, troubled him just as well.

Heaving a sigh, he said, “I know that it’s not the north, but sometimes I wish that it was.” The comment made about jokes and their contents was ignored, the subject being one that he knew would only lead to an overly heated discussion—something that he was not in the mood for. So, instead, his focus went into the home that he had left behind so many years ago, into the family that he missed and the lifestyle he could never again settle into. “Do you know anything about the north? My family?” asked the man, turning his head to glance her way. “You speak our language when it suits you, but you don’t understand the meaning behind it all.” Had she been born in the north, in any of the packs that his family had created, then perhaps she would have developed some understanding of it all, but she had not.