Silver Moraine [m] I a[m] the edge of the blade,

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Winters thaw warmed Tikigâk to her very core. This was different. The year prior, no such thing had happened to her… but then, she had been in a far cooler climate. Tikigâk did not contemplate the change for very long. Rather, she endured it. The first week of it was challenging. Company was often sent running, and more seemed to want to risk drawing near. They faced the ire of her teeth, and some did bleed for that when they tested their luck. 

And with the passing of that week, Tikigâk turned receptive. The bearish boar of a woman called into the air that begot the hoarfrost surrounding her, a low and summoning note. 

She called then for who might become Sangilak—and with that, her mate. Should more than one come, they would need to fight for that right. Only the strongest of them would earn a place by her side.