The Heartwood Omak

A long time, he said, thoughtful in the way his mouth turned and his eyes shifted to the trees. He thought back over the years and wondered how young he might have been when he had cut his first path into the snow, fighting the cold and the gusts of wind to reach the nearest village.

Before Kannoyak had reached his first year.

It had only been a little over three years since his journey had started. It felt like longer to a man who had spent the majority of his life in constant movement. Hunting and pathmaking were all he knew, all he was good for. It offered the man some sense of peace to know that she saw benefit for such skills in the villages of the moon.