Duskfire Glacier Nukak

Issorartuyok was pleased to hear it, though still surprised that Tuuluuwaq would leave their home village and journey to find him. When the young Tatkret admitted that he wished to learn the art of being a warrior, that he wanted to learn what it meant for his older brother to lead, the large figure looked to him softly.

I will have you, brother, of course. Your familiar face is good for my soul, Issorartuyok told him, stepping forward to bump his nose to Tuulu’s shoulder. For all the hopeful wishes he’d had, the man had never anticipated that his brother would be waiting for him when he’d returned. It was as though the spirits had led them there together.

Things are good. This place is different, but similar to our village in the north. It will be a place that will be good for family.

A smile found its way to his dark-masked face.

Tell me of your travels, Tuulu.