Cedar Sweep narriḷi

Asivaq smiled as Kigigpigak contemplated what they'd have and the paths their lives would take them down as Tartok members. I think that we will have both, she said; call it mother's intuition, but she had an inkling that both sexes were growing inside of her. We will have our paws full with them, but I would not have it any other way.

She leaned towards him then and kissed his forehead. I hope we can get somebody from a branch down here so I can learn more about being an issumatar—so I can teach our daughters right. She paused in quiet contemplation. Is there a way we can request that?