Blacktail Deer Plateau A broken oath.

When the comment regarding friendship was denied, Aningan found his gaze drifting between the two of them. Not friends, no—just allies. Briefly, the thought of retracting his offer flashed through his mind—but it never gained any traction. An ally was still someone worth keeping close, and helping when down. And down she seemed to be, her coming from the shore telling a tale all on its own; he could still recall the chaos that erupted, the ruins he worried too terribly about to even dare to venture towards the coast.

Aningan listened as she listed her capabilities, finding some to be more interesting than others; charting the stars, in particular, was a skill that he didn’t understand the value of. They were pretty to look at, providing illumination throughout the nighttime hours, but as far as charting them went… he wasn’t actually sure what that meant or how it might prove helpful. Aside from that, however, she seemed like a useful addition.

“You sound like you will be of use,” he noted, lacking any doubt in her. “Angittuk, you are welcome to stay.” Maybe, just maybe, by gathering more that excelled at hunting, they might be able to relocate the herds; surely, those that could take prey down would also be capable of finding it, even after months since the disappearance.