Moonsong Glacier you've got a church and steeple

"And you are wise, also," she remarked. He had always had a way with words, whether in the form of poetry or song. The northwoman could always find something worth knowing even if she could not sing nor speak as well as he. And she would carry his knowledge wherever her paws would take her next. Here, she hoped; with new life came new ears and new minds to teach.

They spoke of shamans next, the thought which drew a furrow of her brow. "There is something I neglected to tell you. Tuurngaq - they are not all killing spirits. Often, they are the friends of shamans and help guide them through their duties." Morningsong did have a notable absence of spirit-talkers. When sickness or storm came, they had no one to call for. No one to walk their dreams.

An idea crossed her mind, then. "I could learn. I would need help - moonwoman - she may teach me if I asked." What would he think of that? Beyond the thought of helping Morningsong, a small part of her wanted to explore the path of angakkuq for herself. To hear the voices of her mother and father again, to seek her sisters beyond the glacier. 

Would this be something he wanted of her?