Phoenix Maplewood Noahtakmiut

Issorartuyok laughed, a booming sound that filled the air around them. The northerner beamed wide at the scout.

No, I cannot correct you.

The smile lingered on the edges of his mouth as he regarded the girl once more. She had pledged herself to the glacier and its leader. It suggested that the village she served had a good wolf at its helm, a strong presence.

I do not know, though. I have not met your village leader. I have only met its most talented scout.

Issorartuyok then shrugged his broad shoulders and drew his dark brown gaze toward Meerkat, waiting to see if she would respond to this, if she would invite him back to her village and her people. The northerner had been denied by her twice already. He did not know if he would have the patience for a third.