Dawnlark Plains paint rock

He speaks a word foreign to her, and though Nagruk tries her best to comprehend what Chieftain means, she struggles. "What means - moiety?" If it is the passing of power from one to another, she can understand.

A huff then, the difficulties of language clear in her frustration. 

But he looks at her, finally, and she comes to rest her twin gaze on his single fire. "Not Issumatar, but almost." It had been close enough to touch, and in Saatsine it is much the same. "If not War Chief here I make Tartok branch elsewhere. Strong warriors follow, fight for me - Issumatar. Conquer land." Perhaps she is relaying a lofty dream, an alternate path that did not cross the caribou hunters. Perhaps it is something she seeks even now. Nagruk does not know which is the truth.