Blackfoot Forest Watch carefully the magic that occurs

It is strange this autonomy he has offered. 

Tupilaq had always wandered, even as a young child and though her wanderings found her in these strange lands - she's never had freedom to stay. Stranger still that she wants to stay.

It seems odd that nanuk should crave her company but she stays silent in this, allowing him closer with a strangely vulnerable gleam in her pale gaze. There's a connection between them, palpable in particular to the empath, that seems out of place and somehow, fitting. Angakkuq can do little else but allow him closer.

"Yes," she murmurs, for though her words are shy, nunak has a way of bringing them about. Selfishly, her voice seems to long for release in his presence. Ivory coat lit with an orange hue, Siarut sits near her and Uki finds her silver eyes turning to Siqiqniq - unable to keep them on the bear.

"Do you know the story of Siqiqniq?" Her voice breaks the silence, the question breathed to life in her wavering tones for lack of anything to say.