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Things had settled for their people, for their village. The mountain had been good to them, though their time upon it had been short. The northerner could not quite shake the stress that had settled into his frame. Even has they had risen from their den and embraced the day, Issorartuyok felt his mind was muddied with thoughts of the village and its residents.

While he hunted for Antha, the northerner thought of Lane and Tuuluuwaq. They had both moved into the Beta position. It was what they had wanted, he’d told himself again and again. His hunt had only produced a mid-sized hare, but he carried it back to the den in time for Antha to approach. The hare was left near her paws, whenever she would like to eat.

You are certain? Issorartuyok asked of her, dark ears drawn to a point. Children… they were to be parents. The northern man stirred with something he did not yet understand. Are you well? You look tired. At once, he believed that Antha should be in a place of rest. He did not want her to overwork her body or mind.