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Yes, she is a fine hunter. Kigipigak agreed openly, fixating on the idea of Lane as he knew very little of her north-bred companion in the ranks.

We have hunted before. Then, she was to be a mother. Yet she could move flawlessly after our target. It was a well fought meal that we shared; an older boar, wise to wolf tricks. The boy did not mean to speak so much of Lane yet the words flowed from him.

He grew quiet when he thought of Duskfire and all that was changing for their village.

We will be singing the death songs to mourn them, and to send them in to the dancing lights, as is the custom of my issumatar — ah, the moon-woman, who leads our village. Have you met Kukutux? Kigipigak was proud of his home and the family he had built within it, even if he remained unwed, and liked to flaunt what he had.