Duskfire Glacier Nukadlik

It was curious to see that Lane spoke with understanding and compassion, while the mother of the child Makatza seemed to have little issue with speaking about how troublesome her kin had grown to be. Neither of their words troubled him, of course. He was a man in that discussion, and they were women, who understood the growth and development of children beyond anything he could have hoped for himself.

I do not think Meerkat will join us. She searches for the angry child, he offered in a hushed voice, quiet and serious in its nature. The brown of his eyes turned to search in the direction where the scout had vanished to. She had seemed troubled, but he did not know why. It lingered in his mind as his ears swiveled to meet their shared words.

Children are the future of this village. The angry spirit in Makatza may only need guidance, redirection, before it becomes a strength. Are the others interested in stepping to fill their father’s pawsteps? They should desire the position before it is given. This was all he had to offer on the subject. Issorartuyok thought of Meerkat. He wondered if the scout would locate the child, if she would be able to coax the anger from her… enough so that she would return to her family, anyway.