Qeya River kinnaktuk

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If it were possible to cue a training montage, this would be it. Tulukiri and Kivaluk together: hard at work, teeth occasionally flying, more than one miss-step on both their parts. It was all meant to test the boy's progress so far and help the anneriwok discover what needed to be done in the first place.

The boy had heart. He was the son of an established warrior, a fact which Tulukiri resented but saw the merit of. In time he could become something strong, with skills to rival his own parents. The only things in the way of such a life, according to the juvenile trainer, included two things: Tulukiri's own low level of patience, and Kivaluk's tenacity. At what point would the girl's games become too irritating? Or perhaps the training itself too harrowing for the both of them?

For now, they would perform this basic dance. Tulukiri did not often look to the future, yet with each step made by Kivaluk or slice of his teeth through the air, she counted how close each near-miss came to grappling her neck, or her leg, and knew one day she would be no match for him.