Cedar Sweep umniratki

While it was a surprise that this was the brother of his wife, it did not surprise Kigipigak in the slightest to learn that the name Tartok was meaningless to this boy born of the moonpeople. His confusion was frustrating; his insinuations offensive; the way he prattled on about the strength of the united villages only served to irritate Kigipigak, and the man did his best to temper his response rather than let his usual bravado get in the way. He was older now, and he did not need to prove anything to this boy when he'd already gotten all that he'd wanted.

Tartok is a people, and a place. Much like the many moon villages of these wilds, there are families in the far north that live upon the ice, and they are my people. They are warriors and hunters. Perhaps it was more offensive to think that Kukutux had not shared these things with her own children, but why would she? The woman did not understand much outside of her own realm of influence—and Kigipigak could fill in those blanks.

As for the rest, he did not feel it was his place. He gave a look to Asivaq, softening as he looked upon her, and wondered what she might say to fix her brother's confusion. While he was listening Kigipigak also wondered if Stratos would stay with them; with the way he praised his mother and father it appeared he was much closer to the moonpeople than his (apparently) wayward sister.