Duskfire Glacier Tamiulupâ

The man nodded again, understanding better.

I am a patient man, too. When I was younger, I would have flashed my fangs sooner than speak. I have learned for myself that a fight cannot resolve every issue. The only misfortune in this was that he had spent the greater part of his youth pursuing the art of battle. Issorartuyok had been the strongest of his village, the most dutiful. He had kept their lands safe from all threats. It had been the reason for his pride and would likely remain as much.

Keyni asked to know more of him.

Hm, the man mused quietly. My village was rather large. To the north was the cold sea. To the south was tundra. We held a portion of it. Our family was large and loved by all. My mother was wise and respected. Many sought her wisdom and cherished her word. I carry her memory with me. It was good to think of her. Issorartuyok could only hope that he would make her proud, too.

Coming here, I sought to fulfill my name. I am leader, firstborn. I wished to build a village for myself. It was good fortune that had me find the glacier, better fortune that the man who was leader allowed me to stay, knowing my intentions. Issorartuyok wondered what his life might look like if Wintersbane had not died, if Tzila had not followed him into the dancing lights. He could not imagine it, but it left him wondering.