Duskfire Glacier itkaktuk ⨢

Kigipigak, the northerner thought with a small frown. Spine was the meaning behind it. He nodded his head and hummed a thoughtful sound to her. It was good to know that the illness did not spread to the wolves. This would mean that he could take Veteran to hunt the sick herds, the other boy too. They had both been the ones to stumble upon the ill-ridden creatures. It would be enjoyable for them to cull the bad portions so their people could thrive.

The moonwoman grew quiet and thoughtful. Issorartuyok did not know the thoughts that filled her head, or the losses that she had suffered. The air felt chillier, though. He brushed his shoulder against her own as a sign of support. The northerner was pleased that she was there. He wished for her to know it.

When she spoke again, it was with words of apologies. Issorartuyok looked to her and shook his head, dismissing such nonsense.

I am not bothered by silence, Moonwoman. I need only your body to walk with mine, and I will find contentedness. The man smiled to her, a warm expression of reassurance. He could not express just how pleased he was to have her and her villagers outside of the glacier. It was a cause for celebration. The wolves of Duskfire had lost their glacier man and it would do them well to eat and drink with friends.

I would like us to have a feast of meats and a night of stories. Would your village participate? We would meet in the glacier, eat and speak as ilannâk.