There was a man in the distance who watched carefully. A man as dark as deep night and with a socket just as hollow of black. One steely eye upon him, watching carefully. Another woman in the distance, just as dark yet only broken by a ghostly touch of white across half her face. Her eyes just as hard, cold.

Yaalk'ali walks carefully. Each stride long and smooth, covering the space quickly. He moves in an arc around them, coming closer but slowly so to allow space if he were not welcome. Yet caribou hunters were traders and their settlements open for visitors, not only for trade but a show of their spoils, a show of strength.

Chieftan? Lanzadoii words spoken, made to ensure the man's place here. He would not waste his time with any other. I am Lanzadoii Yaalk'ali. I come to march with you and my brother.