Cedar Sweep [m] suqłiuġun

"Is everything alright?" Kigipigak asked. He momentarily pulled her from her thoughts, giving her a chance to wrap her head around the severity of the situation; she realized that her son was beginning to reek of the inevitable.

No, Asivaq answered with a quiet confidence. Something is very wrong. She pulled their sickly son closer, cradling him against her breast as she squinted against the light that crept into the ulaq. He has not been eating and is growing slower in his movements, she explained.

We need a medic or someone skilled in medicine—I fear the worst.