The Heartwood Slowly tears you apart

It was not too surprising that he would find a wife among the Moon villages. The way he spoke of her, there was a connection between them. Kigipigak could not help but feel nostalgic—for this man Solharr spoke of his wife in the same way Kigipigak had once thought of his Ariadne; but she had not been his for long, and even in her death she had been with another man. Solharr spoke the name of his wife and Kigipigak's expression softened some.

Callyope. Her mother is Kukutux. Yes, he knew her.

She knows of the lake. Perhaps I need not warn you; she understands. But still, he did not want to go there. He would not help beyond this butchering as agreed. If you bring her here to the kill, she can tell you also if the hide can be salvaged. I did not think—I should have considered its use to you. Again he looks apologetic, but it does not last long.

Have you brought the bride price? He asks next, showing an understanding of the way of the Moon villages which might give Solharr some hints. It is not his business to know, and perhaps it is wrong of him to ask.