Sunspire Mountains to linger is to die

If he knew of this place she spoke of, he made no indication. Kigipigak was far removed from anything so traumatic, but he listened to the affect of her voice, the trembling of her will as she relayed the information, and saw no lies within it—not that Kigipigak thought she was a spy or anything.

A part of him doubted her story because she seemed like the antithesis of all things northern he knew; save for the coat that mirrored his own, she was a trembling mess, not much of a warrior, and not impressive to him. Not enough to accept her pleas; but then, it wasn't his call.

She made herself small, which was appealing to his ego. Kigipigak pulled away from her and lifted his chin in the next moment, making a call for one of the siblings; they would have the power to welcome her or deny her. Meanwhile he would keep her company.

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