Silver Moraine v manik

Indeed. From the north. The other was guarded. Valmúa felt the body language of her brother beside her and her neck fluttered a moment with a shiver. Her eyes were sharp, cutting into the stranger in the search for truth and trust. They were Tartok. Just different Tartok.
Stjor did the duty of introducing her as sister. I am Valmúa, and we are Tartok, she followed boldly, holding her head high. She would not accept the declaration of doubt at their heritage. The af Stormskýli were strong. She breathed, feeling the earth under her paws. She wondered if this Kigipigak might be recruited. He was either friend and thus a recruit, or else they would show him the strength of their bloodline.
Maybe both.