Duskfire Glacier Katimak

Overstepping? Nothing could be further from the truth. 

"It takes a village," Lane spoke the age-old adage for raising children. It did not escape her that the saying used the Northern word for pack, leaving Lane to wonder if the saying had originated in the land of Issorartuyok's birth. 

Issorartuyok agreed to the date for the memorial and feast, and some small measure of relief settled over Lane. She would breathe a little easier, knowing that Issorartuyok was home to share some of the burden of leadership. 

"Ill run this plan by Tzila's boys," Lane offered. "You should get some rest," she suggested, "and your own meal," she added with her characteristic half-smile, gesturing down at the open cache. The haunch he had placed before her had been reduced to little more than a bare femur. She would take the bone with her when she departed; one of her children might enjoy the task of gnawing into it for the marrow. 

Lane offered Issorartuyok a friendly nudge, pushing into his shoulder with the bridge of her nose. "I really am glad you're back," she spoke sincerely. She would then take up the bone and depart, feeling more at-ease now that the Tatkret leader had returned.

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