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Massaraq turned away from nuutuittuq, kept it in sight even as his path took him in the opposite direction. He did not know where he was going anymore and yet stubbornly refused to let the feeling of being lost sit long over his shoulders. The verdant forest reminded him of the summer and he could not think of that without some bitterness, of a time when things were more simple. Had he been wise. A million things he thought, pushing each consideration away.

Instead he focused on the smell and the sound of the crickets, let them soothe him as he traveled, let his own steps strike strong and sure upon the earth as it staid strong beneath him.