Blackfeather Woods i'm like a bird by nelly furtado

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Auka.

The word had been said clearly, as well as used properly, which made the boy’s choice so much worse. For a moment, Kove stood there, watching his son move away from him. Then, he’d hardly a chance to finish saying, “Nâlak,” before his own body was moving forward. Knowing that the boy needed corrected—the last thing he needed was the stress of an Alexander 2.0—he’d not hesitated for even a second before striking out and wrapping his jaws around the arch of Atshen’s neck. Without warning, he’d yanked back, intending to situate the child between his forelimbs; there he’d be released shortly after. “Piunngitonngimaillutit,” he stated, voice stern. The Inuk loved all of his children, he really did, but he couldn’t allow for them to get away with acting against their elders.