Blacktail Deer Plateau from the steeples in the church yard

Aningan. It was not a word he knew, but it was familiar all the same. Another aspect of his mother's tongue, his mother's people, and by proxy his own blood; he did not know what it meant but he found comfort all the same, there in the word. In the presence of the stranger. And the further the stranger spoke the more free Tuvak felt—intrigued by the promise of food and warmth and all that he would need to survive, he did not think twice about the offer. His strides were sluggish at first; his limbs shaking with the smallest effort to propel himself through the snow, but... He fell in beside the man, eventually trailing after him in his wake, as it was easier to follow in the path the man carved than to fjord his own through the blanket of nothingness. Perhaps he would survive after all—and one day he would reunite with his family and tell them of his adventure.