Born into the harsh, desolate expanse of the icy tundra, the man now known as Amaruq first drew breath under the glow of the aurora borealis. The biting cold that greeted him that evening was a sign of the life that lay ahead, a life as resilient as the gray wolf for which he is named.

Cast into a crucible of ice and survival, the young boy encountered a terror unimaginable to most of us: the loss of his family to a blizzard when he was just eight winters old. Sorrow cast a long, indelible shadow on his heart, shaping the contours of his character for the hard years to come.

In the aftermath, it was the tundra itself, and the Tribe Elder, Tiak, who became his family. The Elder took it upon himself to rub off some of the raw edges of the frost-bitten boy by teaching him the tribe's ways. From him, the child learned fishing, the art of igloo construction, and the making of fur, skills that would ensure his survival, and later, dominance in the unforgiving landscape.

Years passed, winters waxed and waned. Amaruq grew into a man as rugged as the iceberg formations freckling the horizon. He assumed the role of his tribe's fisher—a title bestowed with duty and respect. His motivation stemmed not from a place of ambition or vanity, but from a silent promise he whispered to the blizzard's gusts, to protect and provide for his tribe.

And allies, he made a few. Marus, a traveler from the Green Lands, remains a close confidant, met during one particularly fierce, stormy night. A bond forged in the fire of shared survival, their camaraderie transcends cultural differences — a testament to Amaruq's character, one built on trust and respect. Marus gifted him a rad woolen poncho, a vibrant contrast to the whites and grays of his attire, just as the man himself stood out in the monochromatic frozen landscape.

Marriage found him late in life, catching him in its net like a slippery fish. His wife's name is Suka, her skin mirroring the moonlight and her laughter reminiscent of the crackling fire. She shared his calm demeanor, his strength, and, as Deccan of the Fire, the responsibility to care for their people.

"Learn from the snow; it survives the harshest winters only to melt and give way to life," he often says. It’s not only his credo but a living testament to his humility and adaptability, earning him the endearment, Ikuma—the wise one.

Fishing is Amaruq's bread and butter and the fishing spear his tool of the trade. Yet, amidst all the mundane, lies a secret that elevates his stature to the extraordinary — his weapon of choice. A knife fashioned out of a walrus' tusk, carrying the soul of the beast. The culmination of his resolve and strength, it never leaves his side.