Moonsong Glacier Kinguyakkii

East, Issorartuyok answered her warmly, shifting so that he might gesture with the dark of his face. He scoured the mountain range with his gaze, relishing the memory of trekking over the stone. Beyond the mountains there. It was an enjoyable journey, but the northerner did not say as much. Issorartuyok had a penchant for challenging tasks and the joy he found in accomplishing them.

Taktuq was a sharp girl. She had surmised that his village was either very far, or that he had been referencing the glacier when he had spoken of home. The large wolf laughed. The sound of his voice was gentle and rough, deep as a bass drum and warm as the sun.

My first village is north. It takes many moons to reach it from these lands. The glacier is my village now. It is not the same, but I am eager to test my paws against the cold, to chase the caribou across the tundra. There was a pause where Issorartuyok regarded Taktuq, searching her features. You will come visit?