Cedar Sweep umniratki

When his wife became overwhelmed by emotion, he began to react in the way he was used to—shifting so he may comfort her—but, the red-coated man reached out more emphatically and took the role for himself. Kigipigak was left feeling slighted, which he knew was unfair, and so he swallowed the sudden possessiveness he felt and let the moment unfold. They were family—and while Kigipigak was not close with his own siblings, he knew the moon villages were so entwined with one-another that such displays were commonplace.

The man, Stratos, appeared overwhelmed by the idea of the bride price; Kigipigak idly wished that Asivaq had not mentioned this, as it had no doubt colored the way her brother saw the pair of them. If he was as ingrained in the culture as Asivaq had been, and if he was as brainwashed by his mother as Kigipigak suspected them all to be within the moon villages, such news of the refusal would only sour things.

There was no avoiding it, though. What was said had been said.

Stratos sounded eager to be of use, at any rate. Kigipigak was pleased enough with the concept of having help—although he did not like the implication planted in his own mind, by his own bias, that the man only offered because he now did not trust Kigipigak, or thought him less of a man, or somehow incapable of being a good husband. There was only a moment of hesitation from Kigipigak as he considered; and he knew how important Asivaq's family had been to her.

Having an extra set of teeth for hunting would be appreciated, and you are quite skilled. He intoned as an answer, but would leave the final decision to the issumatar.