Moonspear xii mikigak

omg idk where this came from

For a creature that tied themselves so strongly to the traditions of their ancestors, there were certain limitations and hesitations that Kigipigak did not recognize until this moment; he did not know how different his tribe was from that of Kukutux until he heard her speak of decyphering dreams and this concept of totems, which to Kigipigak held no basis in the solid world he had been raised within. These were ethereal aspects that his mother would have abhored to hear about; she certainly held no interest in the esoteric, having fought often enough with the elders as they shared their own stories. What history had translated down the generational line had been cut up and stitched together according to Sedna's whims and that was what Kigipigak knew, now.

He had never been taught of totems. The truth of his people's origins, of Siku the First and of her denial of the Shearwater faith, had not carried down the line to him. Kukutux did not carry those specific traditions either—but it was something closer to the natural way of the north rather than Sedna's bastardization of it—and gave Kigipigak much to think about. Chief among his thoughts in that moment, as Kukutux outlined her own dream, was whether or not Sedna dreamed; if she did, would she think of him as she slept? Did she worry over her son, or the daughters she had cast out? Knowing his mother, it was unlikely.

Red berries... Kigipigak murmured as he tried to pick apart what she had said, but he found no knowledge came to him, no understanding. He knew of bears though—the massive white walkers who preyed on seal as readily as wolf flesh. They call you little sister, but they are not your totem. They... Are they the North, the ice and snow, given a face, maybe...? Even as he said it Kigipigak felt foolish, and laughed. 

It sounds like a pleasant dream. I wish mine were as peaceful.