Duskfire Glacier iqaluk

The man was a hunter. This pleased Issorartuyok greatly, for the Moonwoman had said that her hunters were capable.

The pale figure spoke of his efforts to remove the ill animals from their herds, hunting them out and watching them from afar. The northerner nodded his head with interest, curious to hear how the sickness had impacted the prey animal’s ability to think in addition to their ability to maneuver. The thought of such a terrible thing transferring to wolves filled Issorartuyok with dread, in spite of the fact that he spoke with one of the hunters who had proven they would not be impacted by it.

My apprentice would be good to aid you. I would like to assist, as well. Perhaps we could have a small group of hunters to clear what is left of the sick ones, the northerner suggested with a small nod, a warm smile offered to Kigipigak.

I would like to use your skill. In a feast for your people and the people of the glacier. A celebration of our strength together, the man suggested next. He waited to hear what the pale hunter would think of this proposition.