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A wink from the large black, red and white woman and Arrluk smiles sweet to her, dipping his muzzle down in ways he had seen his father do. Respectful and acknowledging. 

Then, mother's story began and Arrluk's attention is direct to her. She spoke of an angry man, a man which longed only for the sea. Father spoke of the ocean often. Of the Goddess Moon and Sea. Arrluk had not met Sea but knew one day he would, if not by Aiolos then by his sister's villages near the long salt. Arrluk already felt so drawn to water of many kinds- river, rain, lake, would this be the same? 

Arrluk's ears perked in hearing the ghosts of the sea picking off at the man, eating pieces of him until he was less wolf and half now something else- orca, the killer whale. He was Akhlut. Arrluk's ears fold back, his head lowering as he feels a lump in his throat. Fear. Worry. 

It made Arrluk think of his own self, named after the great sea hunter. It was a powerful thing, what this man had held. Was Arrluk destined to be so powerful? The angry man could have done a greatness for his pack, had they not shunned him, had they not been accepting of his different nature. He was a wolf of the water. Not the snowy mountains or deep forests. So instead, he became a monster. Akhlut... He wouldn't become this, he promised himself quietly.