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Kigipigak would seek help, and Asivaq would stay with the children and tend to them. Although her mind was all over the place, she knew she needed to get it together and focus on what was most important: keeping Pinasut alive. She pulled her son closer, kissed him, and cradled him as she sent a silent prayer to Sedna; please keep him safe.

Minutes turned into hours, which gave Asivaq's imagination the chance to ruminate over the situation. A part of her wondered if this was a warning that settling directly next to the Copse had its consequences and that this wasn't where they were meant to be. This thought occupied her mind, and she went through the motions of tending to the children.

Eventually, Pinasut closed his eyes and took one last shuddering breath before stilling. Everything around her seemed to stop when she realized what'd happened, and quickly, she began to nudge and lick him in an attempt to coax him awake. No—this isn't happening, she said to herself as she began to cry. Her heart shattered into a million little pieces, some of which she'd never find again, and she wailed hysterically. Pinasut, oh, my poor boy—my poor, poor boy. she managed, looking at him through flooded vision.

Then, knowing that her husband's trip was now in vain, Asivaq titled her head back and urgently summoned him, allowing her grief to show in her voice; "He's gone." was her message.