Ouroboros Spine The city of the moon

In the mere days since Kigipigak had been given full access to the village, he had not taken it upon himself to learn of each wolf that lived within. He knew of the leadership and of some names, some scents in passing, and not much else. There had not appeared to be a proper hunting party; the men were scattered to odd jobs, but perhaps among them was the wolf that this one asked for.

As it stood in that moment, Kigipigak was ill-equipped to answer. He thought about calling for someone to make up for his ignorance, and thought immediately of Kukutux, who was bedridden; then of @Aiolos, who was likely keeping watch over his new daughters and his wife. The only other name that came to mind was that of @Sialuk who Kukutux had spoken of often enough with him.

I do not recognize that name, but, perhaps someone else might. Let me call for them. He turned his attention inward to the heart of the village and lifted his head to make a brief summoning call for the eldest daughter. Once the sound faded he looked to the warrior, the serious nature of his expression having softened somewhat. Kigipigak knew what it was like to be searching for someone lost.

If anyone would know, it is the one I call for.