Snowforest Taiga [feast] uluktuk ⋽

He silently obeyed her request, moving to her side to walk along the snow-covered ground. She wanted to hear a story from the women of his village. One story flashed into his mind first.

When I was still a pup, my mother would tell us of how our village came to be, he started. Instantly his mind brought forth the pictures he had always imagined in his head. Before our ancestors found our home, they had suffered much hardship. An angry deity made of ice had sprung up from the sea and destroyed their village. As a child this part had always scared him. The land they had settled on was never theirs to claim. The deity had carved it from the frozen land for his beloved, a beautiful spirit of the forest. The shamans had encountered her a few times and had never known her to be angry. But the sea god didn't care; he pulled storms from the sky and sea and threw them onto the village until nothing was left. They knew they must leave and never return and wandered the arctic lands for many moons, afraid to settle and anger something else. He paused and glanced to the moonwoman, curious what she thought of his story, but then continued. Finally when they could wander no longer—some of the women were close to delivering children and did not want to bring them into that life of uncertainty—the shamans connected their magic and convened with the spirits for many days, never stopping to sleep or eat. It was only when they had proven their devotion that they were shown a vision of their new home. The Tatkret smiled. They settled in time to welcome new life, and my village has never moved from the land. He stopped and looked to Kukutux again. Now he would wait for her to speak.