Moonsong Glacier tigiganniak

Yes, of course, he knew the dance of men better than anything. Theirs was something unspoken, something more physical. If not through bloodshed then it was talk of bloodshed, of hunting, of killing, of fighting; that was the way of men. Kilgitsuk was not wrong in assuming this man Chakliux would fit in among those of Tartok, perhaps more than any of these moon-village people. He did not yet know that this man was different even from them, as a seal hunter.

Chakliux spoke of children here in the village, of which Kilgitsuk had no reply. He did not want to think of children, or wives, or the starting over of families.

I would think it is too far inland, too far from the sea of ice in the north. He mused aloud, also looking to the water. It would be good to hunt seals, he thought. I have not seen a seal since I came to this place, these wilds. Before, my people were fortunate to hunt them on occasion. Sometimes the walrus, also. Mostly we chased the caribou. He thought of the thundering of the hooves, and the image of many men working together to fell them, and lamented to himself.