Wheeling Gull Isle nauyak-agaayulik

It sounded like this man was lonely. Up until his transition to the island Mojag had never been truly alone, and had never associated it with a negative connotation. He didn't here either - Bartholomew wanted a village. That's what he wished to build here.

The boy's heart ached in a profound way.

I... was. A lump in his throat. For my dad. His spirit wandered away. If I want to be a hunter, I have to find him. Except he couldn't do that here, could he?