Bramblepoint tattugaurat

Kilgitsuk did not know what had transpired to send Amalia away from the moonfolk, but he did not pry. It was not his place. He could not comfort someone when his own spirit felt such turmoil of its own; plus, it was no longer his job to be the head of any village. He thought of Natigvik (as that could not be far from his mind in these moments) and was quiet.

Amalia mentioned the place, Brecheliant. He did not recognize the name, but he did make the easy assumption that she came from the headless mountain where he had met the eager hunting-child. I made a trade with someone there, I think. I am to bring them deer meat.

The man moved on from the sad nostalgia permeating the air, focusing instead on work.

I am on my way to see Moonwoman or one of her daughters, who I hear now run their own village. If you are interested in a hunt, I could use the aid?