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A ferocity lit within the girl and Kigipigak narrowed his eyes as if glaring at a harsh sun. The tone of their voice—that strength rooted in resentment—was not something the prideful boy was used to hearing in conjunction with his bloodline. He did not like the combination.

Yes, he answered with a lift of his chin. I am Kigipigak, son of the matriarch Sedna. He recited this despite knowing it would mean nothing to them. They looked so strikingly like home to Kigipigak and yet they appeared resistant to the very concept of Tartok; at least the name of it.

Kigipigak wondered why but did not ask. He would presume, perhaps wrongly, that Arktoi was the product of a disgraced Anneriwok. This reminded him of his sisters and Kigipigak hardened his heart.

You know of us. He states this cooly, as she has given such clues. Which tribe are you?