Wapun Meadow Look at me Standing Here on My Own Again

The words flying through the air, spat at each other with venom, are unintelligible to tapeesa. She wastes no time trying to figure out exactly what's said, for she can figure a gist on her own, keeping her moonlit gaze trained unwaveringly on the southerner. The tension quivering in her slender frame seemed to morph into anger as the stranger remained, as she did not heed Takiyok's words which had taken on the tones of demand.

Tupilaq remains a silent threat, the fangs to Takiyok's bite. There's a cold brutality to be found in her eyes if one could find for the angakkuq cares little for southern laws and who lives where. With a glance it becomes clear she no longer cares for excuses; a harsh growl states that the stranger go now or else.