Blacktail Deer Plateau pasiaktuk

Kigipigak wondered about what kind of woman Lane was. He did not doubt she was powerful, as he had seen her work to take down the boar alongside him, and she was tenacious enough to survive the white-out of the blizzard. By all accounts she would have made an excellent Issumatar that even his mother would be proud to know. Yet here she was, beholden to none, distancing herself from children freshly born.

Having never been a parent himself, nor connected in such a way to another person or place, Kigipigak did not know what went through Lane's mind. He presumed, with his own bias, that Lane abandoned the children for their weakness. It was only right. He did not speak further on this subject as it was not his place; his thoughts well contained.

And when the day comes that you are not needed there, you can find me. He smiles, tail swishing with a pleased bounce. Perhaps by then the village will be ready for you. It has been a strange time for us - more chaos than I am used to. It is a good energy though, I think. From chaos comes change.

As optimistic as Kigipigak made himself out to be, in truth he had begun to doubt the strength of Sakhmet's extended family, and by proxy the strength of their claim. As Lane had noticed as she crossed close to the plateau, their ownership over the expanse was wearing thin.