Ouroboros Spine atvaktaktuk

He accepted this. She knew to weild his culture back at him in clumsy malpractice; and yet he would accept, and defer to his wife who was no longer issumatar and more like a girl now than ever before.

He would leave their shared tongue. I will let her know. And Kigipigak knew just as well that Asivaq would fold, she would do her mother's bidding as any girl might. Whatever backbone he had thought to gift to her through marriage appeared to have crumbled upon their return.

He would have words, also, and tell his wife of his reluctance. She had heard his turmoil over Kivaluk and knew the strain in him, returning to this place which tore apart his first family. Kigipigak did not want to lose a second, but neither did he want to be rent asunder by this rival culture.

Silence came, and with an expectation Kigipigak observed the old woman, waiting for her to depart.