Moonsong Glacier tulatuk

A death? This was a shock, of course. This he displayed with the shifting of his ears and a flash of knowing in his eyes, that shadow slipping over his gaze again. Loss was a possibility for all things. Kukutux knew this, and was again reminded. It was sorrow that flooded Kilgitsuk now; but like the rest, swallowed and buried.

The prospect of being matched made him smile that old smile, though. A youthful quality imbibed to his scarred features as temporary as the sadness had been. Ever the matchmaker. She does not need others to make those connections for her. But it was a grand idea, and the lonely man could not help but entertain it, even for a moment of jest. It was stupid, to allow himself to fantasize about anything like family after everything.

Buried beneath the snow of his heart, then.

I may come to your village—but as a trader. If I find something of worth. That was the most he would agree to. These places he had once visited, the life he once lived, felt so far away from him now.