Moonstone Quarry quqsuqtaq ⋞

Sad news, but at least it was something. Kigipigak did not think of how Mahler would receive it; he watched Praimfaya move on from them and his gaze lingered upon the carved path in the snow. Kukutux' warning earned a distracted nod and when the woman spoke of the dispersed warrior, he finally perked up and turned his attention back to his present company.

Have you dreamed again? Kukutux wondered, her bright eyes focused upon him. Kigipigak shook his head, Not that I know. I have been busy adjusting to the customs of new people, and even before I could learn from them, we moved to raid another tribe and take their land. A small smile quirks across his face at this mention. They are not so different from my tribe of icewalkers.

Kigipigak wondered what his mother would think; she would be proud, he liked to reason, knowing that he carried the traditions of their people in to the south. He is distracted again; this time Kigipigak speaks from the heart and slyly mentions, I may have found a place to take root after all.