The boy shivered against him. He wrapped one sealskin clad arm around him and pulled him closer.
In the orbit of candlelight opposite, Aput glared, her eyes as dark as the perpetual night.
There was no point in arguing with her again. A hungry wife was an angry wife. However, it wasn’t as if they’d had a choice. And the government man had promised good hunting, in a land free of white ways. He said they could return to tribal life.
But here in Resolute, game was sparse. And who could hunt in this endless night? He peered up at the stars, winking through the vent of the igloo.
“We should leave,” she said.
He forced a smile. “It will get better. Tomorrow will be better.”
She snorted, her eyes narrowing. “How will we know when it’s tomorrow? In a place with no dawn, tomorrow never comes.”
Qausuittuq is the Inuit word for “place with no dawn”. You can read more about the High Arctic Relocation on which this story is based on Wikipedia.