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When the female spoke again, answering his questions, he fell silent. Whilst he did not recognise her or her given name, the accent dusting her words was enough to prove her claim to his family’s name. “My name is Kove Apaata,” he introduced. “And this is my grandson.” He motioned to West, allowing the boy an opportunity to introduce himself. Thereafter, he asked, “Who are your parents?” He was curious, wondering exactly how this woman might be related to them. A niece, potentially—or perhaps a cousin? Either way, family was family.

“Who are you searching for?” he asked next, genuinely interested. Of his children there, he knew Nanook once travelled often. Had she, by some stroke of luck, made it up north during her former journeys?