Moonspear welcome to the hellmouth

sialuk relaxed, and kukutux tried to focus her mind toward the taboos for girls, that must be taught by mothers from the earliest moment. but she was tired, so tired; she smiled drowsily at her babe instead. "atiqtalik will be the name of your spirit," the girl whispered. "when you are able to hear, i will say it again: atiqtalik. you must tell no one for as long as you live."

but just this once, kukutux pulled her babe close and murmured her own. "ulloriaq."