Moonsong Glacier Kinguyakkii

He spoke like the men and women of Nanurjuk's village. She heard the songs of the North in his voice.

"I do not," she confessed and wondered if a village is something a girl of her age might have found by now. What had led her back to the Wilds, but an unwillingness to settle, a lack of want to be tied to a place? But was it settling that perturbed her, or the lack of anyone worthy to settle for? Her mother had been a pilgrim, after all, but one bound to family, as much as to the road that stretched beneath the stars.

"I am afraid I am alone," she said, though a smile graced her lips, "but there is a difference between lonely and being alone. And what of you?" she softly pressed. He smelled of glacier and winter winds. The scent of pack was absent. "Issorartuyok. Do you have a village of your own?"