Broken Boulder agnik-miu

Kigipigak looses an awkward little chuckle, raising his brows. It is a strange arrangement in his mind but then again, these southerners had different ways from his own, so he could not judge. His people had their own traditions which might have been considered odd. 

In that case, he had some questions. And if I were to claim a wife, fill your village with white-pelted children, would you expect something more of me? Would you not worry that I may overwhelm this place with my own blood and denounce your own? There was an air of mirth to the questions but a serious edge to his eye; he needed to be sure he understood.

Give me a night to sleep on it, perhaps my dream wife will appear to me and we can talk. The young man chuffs, but it turns in to a wide-mouthed yawn.