Duskfire Glacier Tamiulupâ

Keyni was open with her beliefs.

Issorartuyok listened to her speak of her homeland and the beliefs of the people she had been born into. It seemed something that he had heard from other villages near to his own. There were always threats, he had found. Some, like Keyni, were skilled at diffusing things with their voices and their reason. The man had always admired it but had never found himself capable of the same.

I am rather clumsy with my words, I must say, he confessed to her with a small smile.

It is good to hear that you sought a different path. It is not good to grow where you do not have the room. I am a man who understands the need for fangs, at times. They are easier to wield than words. It had always been this way for the northerner. He was a staunch protector of his people, and he was devoted with all of his spirit, but words failed him too many times.