The Bracken Woods The one of Ice

He quirked his head slightly crooked at the question. Her name meant nothing to him, but the rest was intriguing. He did not know what she meant — that perhaps she knew his name because of a connection to Tartok, or something else.

I hunt for Moonglow and for Duskfire; we are keeping close to the glacier village for the winter. A thoughtful blink of his bright eyes, then. I, myself, am from the village of Unnuakvik which is controlled by the influence of Tartok.

Would any of these names ring true for her, he wondered? And if they did, what then? Kigipigak studied her face; she was striking in appearance, but unknown, and quite unlike the moon-woman or her daughter.