Whitebark Stream I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors

The girl called Lane was rather informative, sharing that if Issorartuyok could prove that he was worth keeping around, she did not see why they wouldn’t have allowed him to visit for a short time. She even stated that she had done the very same before deciding to pledge herself to their village’s ranks. This seemed suitable enough for the northerner.

You are most helpful, Lane of the glacier.

Issorartuyok regarded their landscape for a moment. The earth brown of his eyes trailed the mountains in the distance with curiosity. He was still young, he knew, but the spirits had ushered him to the new wilderness with a purpose.

I will visit and call for you, perhaps?