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The fire of Tartok was strong in this one even if she denied it, but Kigipigak would not press the matter further. It was not his place—the girl's father had made a disgrace of himself by leaving her, and should he return it was his role to teach her the truth of their ways. For now she proclaimed herself an Arktoi—a nonsense thing to Kigipigak—but it would do. She would be known as such if that was the name she chose.

Alright. He shot back to her. He could not help thinking of how strong-willed she was. Even if Haunt were to denounce her bloodline in its entirety, in stoking the fire in her belly she could become a strong issumatar in her own right, one day. Perhaps future generations of Tartok would come upon her descendants and find a rival. 

Kigipigak's gaze was hard as he stared back at her and he did not move. What were you hunting? He asked first, and finally turned his gaze from her's to inspect the leaflitter for clues.