Qeya River Lost wayward son

kivaluk is quiet, but attentive, as rodyn lists of all the ways that a harsh winter ahead could be foretold. it is a lot of information at once, but kivaluk does his best to store it away, knowing that it was useful. i see. he murmurs; contemplative.

as long as you're sure, kivaluk worries his lip for a moment before offering a soft smile. he isn't sure what the terms of their alliance are and does not, again, wish to overstep. i will take this information to my mother. are you going to linger in the area for a while?