Moonspear xii mikigak

Nothing more need be said. Yet when Kukutux spoke her blessing, using the name of his mother as if she might know of her, it caught him by surprise; he knew it to be an old name, something adopted by the wolves of Tartok from the First People, and had to coax his mind away from that brief flurry of confusion.

Kigipigak's expression was cold for a split second and softened as he calmed himself. He turned from her company—the texture of dried meats still upon his tongue, the taste of the north having warmed him—and began tracing his way back to where the hills met the glen. Perhaps he would encounter Antares again and be escorted further? But his mind was busy now, and so Kigipigak sought a route that would wind away from the glen tribe as well.

He hoped to return soon if fortunes favored him. Kigipigak did not know of the upheaval his venture would cause, nor what it would cost of his freedom.