The young woman opens her mouth, yet no words are given. She is young and driven. She might bend to Cen's ways given her youth, but it was ways they shared. Her pride was one of Lanzadoii pride. Not one held on from other cultures not of their own. Not like whom Cen had mistakeningly chose before.

Meleys would keep her eyes on her, watching in quite calculation until her brother speaks, pulling her stare off the girl and onto him instead. They were ready.

Meleys sits long enough to dip her head down and pull at a wrapping on her back left ankle to remove it. It was a long, thin piece of leather striped from caribou back. Dried and chewed up again and again to be pliable for this event. She kept it warm from stiffing tied on her body. It was not cord of tissue which the wolves of Crying Wind would have chosen, but the sentiment for Iglux̂ natal band was given still.

She lifts a front paw and juts her muzzle in silent command for they to do the same. Then, lays the strip of leather loosely across both their ankles as they are held up together. I bind you. Two into one. Grabbing one end of the leather, she wraps once around their feet. May Kigun bless your hunt as one. A second wrapping. May the widow strike down enemies shared. A third wrapping. May Ilannak give health and strength to seed and womb.

Now go. Walk with the spirit of the Ice Raven. Do not return for seven days. She and Saatsine would be here when they returned.