Moonspear Ikkik

There are not many men in the glacier.

The northerner sobered a bit. Their numbers were strong, he knew this much, but the only men he knew to be there were his brother and a wolf called Rye who had been searching for his missing wife and child. The children were too young to be considered such things, and they would not be ready to have families for many moons still.

My brother, who has joined us recently. He is called Tuuluuwaq.

It was clear by the way that he spoke of his sibling that Issorartuyok loved him. He brimmed with pride thinking of his brother, his survivor. Tuulu was a good man.

He is a fine man. There is another called Rye, but I believe his wife and child went missing and he has been searching for them. I have not met him. As he explained these things, the northerner thought that it might be unappealing to Antha, that she would look at the few offerings and find them measly. If it came to that, he believed that he could have her speak to the Moonwoman. She was a matchmaker and could do many things.