Ah, upon Moonpeak, Ipiktok thought to himself

That night he had awoken blanketed by silver moonglow. The hunting man did not understand how or why he landed in this place… but the questions in his mind were quieted by the innate trust he placed in Sedna’s ways. It is what guided him now – his listening spirit.

A corner of Ipiktok’s mouth smirked, both impressed and entertained that he had been unwittingly spied upon. He opened his mouth as if to reply, but the words were stolen from his breath when a third wolf arrived.

Nuak?

“Ajâtsuk?“ (Aunt?) he whispered in equal disbelief and surprise.

Callyope! Aya, could it really be…?

Ipiktok felt Sedna’s art was at work, now. And each of them – a piece of her design.