Qeya River kinnaktuk

if there is one thing kivaluk has learned: it was to adapt as necessary; and if he was ever going to boast about anything it was his adaptability. kid lingers in the air to prickle against his skin but he holds his tongue. despite everything, he knows he is still a kid. soon, he would not be considered such, but for now it was simply the way of things.

though kigipigak was quick to tell her not to underestimate him.

it is only after he watches kigipigak disappear that he turns frostbound gaze to tulukiri, where it remains.

he wishes, fiercely, he could tell her he had a lot of experience with fighting but the truth was beyond tug-o-war and typical tussels with akkuma — which have not happened in a long time — he has neglected mercenary training. mostly, i have been focused on hunting, kivaluk tells her honestly. with my father gone and unsure of when he would return, learning to help the pack in that way seemed most pressing.