Cedar Sweep [m] suqłiuġun

What should he do? The boy was gone. He had no chance and the family would be better off moving on, there were living pups to protect and feed and— This is not our home.

The voice of his wife carries from the ulaq with a decree. She has made the choice, and Kigipigak agrees, but he knows that they cannot go yet. We will go. When they're stronger. Moving those that remain over any distance was dangerous.

He would not refuse his issumatar anything, though. This was not where they were meant to be, and the death of their boy was proof enough of that. The land was cursed—or maybe it is me.

Kigipigak thinks darkly of the Moonwoman, and wonders if she would go so far as to curse them in such a way; how else to prove he would be a bad husband, and teach Asivaq to be wary?