Ankyra Sound piyugaktuk

They were even.

Not that she had ever wanted them to be even. Not that she had ever, in a million years, wanted him to feel what she had in those moments he had been away from the plateau. The stress, the unknown, the fear that he might be laid in the earth.

She wondered if he had those same fears of her.

It did not matter though as she found herself swept up into him and the roughness did not matter. Her monolith of snowy mountains. She was but a fire ravaged forest in his shadow, pressed tightly into the valley of his chest.

Muffled by the thick of his winter built coat, she finally found it in her to break. How similar it felt to the tears she shed for the moon woman. Soft and quiet but so ripe with emotion.

I'm sorry, Kigipigak. I'm so sorry.