Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

Kigipigak found himself wondering at how long the winter would last; in his home village it would go on for months, with some weeks blazing with light and others doomed to darkness. It was not like that here. The storm raged but the collective fought through it to take the bypass, so it would be easier in the coming days, but not concluded for some time yet. He thought to visit the Watch again when things calmed further; to see if anyone remained or if all had dispersed. Kigipigak's mind was buzzing.

Then came the commentary from Mahler. The term kill-brother was not known to Kigipigak although it connected with something similar in his mind. Your aokatti, Kigipigak noted. It did not surprise him that the aged ruler had been close to another in such a way - it was commonplace among the elderly. Kigipigak hoped to one day find his own partner to match him in that way. One you are closest to, beyond den-bonds, beyond family. A binding of blood and soul.

Kigipigak was staring off in to space, thinking of this aloud.