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He would not be able to stay too long. Yet the sea was calling to him, asking him to come home, little brother in the sussuration of its tide; maybe he would be happier in leaving the Watch and fending for himself. 

Maybe Umbra's people would welcome him, and Kigipigak could live his life free of Stjornuati's judgement and Valmua's spinelessness. But then he would not truly be Tartok—

His mind was heavy. He did not immediately notice the wolf-shape despite the scent flooding the air, somehow unified with the gutted fish smell that was so pervasive in these places.

Kigipigak snorted a breath through his nose and cleared his throat, moving towards the wet sand as the water retreated, ambling closer to where the woman stood—at least he thought it was a woman; they were leggy and sharp, at any rate.