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He was indeed not cut for leadership, but what Anuniaq lacked in initiative he made up for in sheer subservience. He was a weapon to be wielded, to be pointed at the enemy and given a command. Because of this, joining Ikkalrok was perhaps one of the better decisions he had made. She held the reigns of their troupe with an iron fist, leading by example and giving punishment where necessary. She had gained quite a few companions, too. They were a robust group, their goals harmonised and clear.

His lumbering gait paused as he drew up beside the woman, their two forms dark, colossal smudges against the shoreline. He followed her gaze towards the mountains, seeking out the jagged peaks of his once home. His memory of it was faint, but the scents and sights of the peak had been burned into his consciousness. He would know it when they reached it.

Ikkualrok stalked forward then silently into the frigid ocean waves, where Anuniaq knew she felt as at ease in as much as the frozen fields of the north. Her aims were read clearly, and the boy tried to hide his hesitation. Water had never been his forte, but his eagerness to please won out his indecision. Besides, it wasn't like he couldn't just say no to the beast of a woman. With a taunting growl and wave of his tail, the boy stepped into the sea and begun to circle her, feeling the biting sting of the cold hit his toes. The sensation gave him a thrill.