Ankyra Sound vi It's in your blood.

The boy was free with his knowledge, not that he held much. It sounded as if Rusalka was a coastal group much like Unnuakvik, utilizing the sea for sustenance wherever possible. Now that they were migrating to the cliffs things would change for them; he could commisserate to a degree, missing the sea ice as he did.

Kigipigak listened as Njord outlined their structure: a woman leading was not so strange to him, as Tartok tribes were matriarchal for the most part; two women ruling in tandem was an oddity though, and the look on Kigipigak's face showed how shocking it was to him.

They are good people, I am excited to meet the rest of the pack, Njord said; then, extricated himself. It seemed as if his dizziness had subsided. Kigipigak smiled, nodding—It was good to meet you. I will come to visit your cliffs someday, maybe, and meet Erzulie; or perhaps we can hunt together as friends, Njord!

The boy was already on his way out, but Kigipigak's voice carried along after him through the cavern. He felt good, trusting he had been heard. And then in the stillness he found his own way out, resuming his exploration.