Silver Moraine v manik

It was likely these wolves were from further north than even himself, with the way their language had mutated to encompass sounds he had never heard before and presumably customs he had never seen. It was an exciting thought. 

The man's statement rang in the air and Kigipigak drank in a breath as he considered his options; journeying around this wild place had proven to be entertaining so far and he would like to continue, however, his people were conquerers and expansionists. It was the Tartok way to take what they wanted when they wanted it. Kigipigak knew he would be living up to his name if he agreed.

That wolf-smile grew wide. Kigipigak will help you take the raven forest, yes! For the honor of Tartok. He tried to ignore the focused manner in which Valmua watched him but it was difficult to keep himself centered upon Stjornuati, feeling the chill that those eyes left upon him. It cemented his thoughts about her too—not a niviaksiak then issumatar!