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Qualupilik. It was not a word she had heard before, and Sialuk let it hang in her mind for a moment longer, staring at her three-toed paw. It had never slowed her down, but it was an oddity she noticed every now and then. When her mother explained that this thing had hoped to steal her away, Sialuk furrowed her brow, angry that anything would every try and do that to her (or her brother, for that matter). I am glad you are strong and did not let it take me, Sialuk said, pressing her head into her mother's fur.

But she had not come here to talk about her feet or creatures that wanted to steal her away so long ago. What are we hunting? she asked, the creature forgotten for now. Like many things, it would likely be something that would come back into her life, something to reference in future years of her life. Perhaps even in her future life as a mother, but that time was far away.