Kildeer Rest Apparently we share a common plasma.

I am sivullik to my hunters. He was prideful of this, the sensation oozing from his tone as he said it. But he stopped short as Kukutux continued to speak, listening. Frowning.

A man of Tartok does not take a wife. It is the issumatar who makes the distinction and uses the strength of the sangilak until she is finished with it. The men were not disposable in any sense, but it was not common for the man to do the choosing, nor were they expected to keep the position for long.

His nostrils flared as he took a breath. In times of peace, all of Tartok hunts and roams. It is to keep our skills sharp. We wait for orders to gather. His mind again lingering upon the pale boy, the look they had shared.

When the order comes, my savaktuk will turn away from the caribou and find our way home.