Rise

Tartok. Rise,

Nunavut moved slowly through the base of the mountain range with her head lowered and flaccid tail revealing her subordination of the bureaucracy in which Tartok presented itself, but luckily, it was something that the young eskimo was all too familiar with. Tartok was an expanding empire. Strength, along with unity were the two standards that tied Tartok together and that was something that wasn't bound to change.

Quickly, Nunavut lifted her head as her ears swiveled on top of her skull, alerted to the loud, prolonged cry of Tonravik beckoning her to join. Unable to resist the urge, her muzzle reached for the sky, instantly and without any restraint, Nunavut began to wail out her own cry.
Like her Atâtak before her, Nunavut is Tartok,