Firefly Glen nuna ⦆

The northerner had never been fond much of spirits, or the deceased. He had spent enough time with his brother, howling prayers and songs to their people’s dead. Issorartuyok had laid enough angry warriors to their final sleep to feel flustered at the very thought.

Kukutux agreed to take him to the moonsong place. The northern wolf smiled faintly, pleased.

As Issorartuyok took a steady pace at her side, moonwoman stated that she would like for her brother’s resting place to be respected. The dark-face bobbed in agreement, he grunted so she would know. He still did not like speaking of them.

How long have you been from the north? Issorartuyok intended to change their topic of conversation.