Arrow Lake akunialuk

words fell from the man’s lips, determined but unrecognizable, save for the name takiyok. this was confirmed by the somber ingram; mahler’s eyes flicked over vonnaruil as well before the newcomer regained his attention.
”who is takiyok to you? mate? brother?” the gargoyle rumbled. there was little chance that he would allow the man entry until it became clear who he was, and certainly not near takiyok or her new brood. he hoped the words would be recognized by the stranger; he was prepared to be patient.