Duskfire Glacier in spite of the uneven odds, beauty lifts from the earth

Knowledge passing from one generation to the next was inspiring, and Nanook's story made this whole journey worth it. Understanding that they had travelled so far to give Shivali's children a chance to be northern, that all of IkKanattuk would be passing on teachings and traditions from one generation to the next. "She sounds like an amazing woman." He's smile brightened at the thought, as he leveled his gaze on the woman as her question fell from her lips. 

"No, I never had the chance to learn." He gave a small shake to emphasise his words. Siarut wasn't sure if he would ever be as skilled as she was, but he longed to dance with the lights and to some how be apart of her traditions. "Would you teach me?" His query held a shyness in tone that wasn't often associated with the large male, he was often straightforward and made no apologise in his wake. But this was different, and was suddenly unsure of himself. He didn't want to push her away, but he wanted to feel the rythm she had found so easily.