Dragoncrest Cliffs ∷ x̂uux̂

— yes, taktu exhales.

a sharadoii woman by the name of ash cry. his gaze drifts, briefly, toward the north—toward the long black line of the glacier. but what use is a husband to a woman when his hands are not made for the hearth?

he passes that searching, soulful stare of his once more to kanuux. a firm smile. you, kanuux, are the pinnacle of what a seal hunter man should be. but i do not want sons just to watch them dig graves. i do not want a fire if it burns with someone else’s dream.

he draws his paw away from kanuux and lets it fall soft upon the beachside shore under them. what is offered is not what i seek. you know me. my paws are better suited to reading the wind and feeding our people.

his eyes narrow. if you wish me to go, brother, say it then.