Moonsong Glacier you've got a church and steeple

Dutch did not like the idea of a killing spirit in their home — but Tulugak seemed calmly accepting of it, so perhaps it was not what he feared. It was his family's belief that their family members had a limited ability to go back and forth between world — but only to those close to their heart and blood. This limitation had never been comforting until this moment, when he imagined an untethered ghost roaming their lands.

Digesting this, it took him a moment to settle in to talk of family trees. When he did, his smile echoed hers, small but warm. He liked the idea of their roots tangling much more than he liked the rest of it — but when he laid aside his own stubborn desire to be right, he could admit that these nuances seemed to coexist together quite nicely.

"You are wise," he said, but of course, this was no surprise to him. "I will listen to you. I will listen for gray trader as well, but..."

He hadn't heard much, thus far.

"We have no shamans here," he said at last, his tone a mixture of regret and — hope? Curiosity?