Hoshor Plains laced up boots, wandering soul

She is a good woman, the man of ice says, and she nods in great agreement.

She is a woman of much wisdom. I have a lot to learn from her. She thought she always would, in some way. Conversation circled back to her children and she smiled a secret smile.

Nasamiituq would like hide, I think. She learns now how to tan them as we do. Salaksartok would no doubt enjoy a horn to chew and wave around in gentle treat. Ipiktok…perhaps a ball of fat. Something to puzzle his mind.