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The heir spent his day visiting the many mothers within the Saastine. The Sun Clan grew with each full womb. Already, nine pups were born to the caribou hunters. His kin, his blood.

Lives born outside the Lanzadoii's blood were due soon.

The sparse moonlight filtered through the trees as the rain hunter set upon a path few had traveled. The scent of a girl known most of his life littered the earth. The scent of fresh snow crisp, and the scent of raspberry sweet. His eyes remained fixed ahead of him, set on his destination. With each passing blink, he would swear spots of light would linger in his vision. Unable to see the scattered flecks within his own gaze that glowed softly in the darkness.

The heir approached an active construction site. Dirt swept into piles and the earth scored with claw marks. With a sweep of the scene, his voice broke nighttime drone of insects.

Nutuyikruk.