Blacktail Deer Plateau from the steeples in the church yard

you’re good! hope all is well

There was something missing from the boy, a spark of life not present in his eyes that the yearling found unnerving; he did not feel the stranger to be dangerous just… different. The lack of whatever it was, wasn’t something Aningan could say he ever encountered—yet it struck him with a familiar feeling and left him asking himself, is this me? Because seeing how he sat there, pelted by the falling snow, he wondered if he might have looked the same back before meeting Caiaphas. When he was alone, wandering these lands with not a soul to guide him other than the uppik.

And then he spoke—Tuvak—and the young leader wondered just how truly similar they were.

“Tuvak?” he repeated back. “Inuttut uKâlasonguven?” The name alone suggested yes, yet he refrained from letting his hopes get too high; what were the chances that he would happen across another of the north? “Are you lost?” Maybe the uppik found the boy like she had Aningan so long ago and guided him there…? But, if that was the case, then where was she?