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Then it will not be a difficult thing, Tuulu.

Issorartuyok had thought of it before his brother had admitted his intentions. Lane was a good woman. The northerner believed that she would not have a difficult time in finding a husband. He had wondered what it would look like if they wished to lead as a pair. The man knew that it was a simplified version of something that did not exist, but it stuck with him.

For all that he thought of his brother, Issorartuyok could not understand why Tuuluuwaq did not want to be a leader of his own village. The eldest Tatkret believed that he would have made a fine one. Even at his age, he was a respectable and honorable figure.

And he knew Issorartuyok too well.

There are dark times upon us, brother. The sickness in the herds is concerning. I want our village to be safe. I want our people to be fed. They have endured too much in this short time I have been here.

The man’s voice was somber. This was only a fraction of what weighed upon his soul.