Cedar Sweep [m] suqłiuġun

There is a caveat, and although Asivaq is eager to leave, she ultimately agrees. As much as I want to get out now, you are right, husband, she decides, looking at their remaining children somberly. She pulls each of them into her arms, replacing the space their son once occupied with the reminders of what mattered most—their survival.

Is there a way that Tartok honors the dead? she wondered, already thinking of where she could place Pinasut's death ulaq.