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(heavy wind blowing)
(moaning)
(ominous sound) (whimpering)
(thundering sounds)
(whimpering) (heavy breathing)
Run. (gasping)
(crackling)
(water splashing) (panting)
No!!!
(ice cracking)
Two lifetimes ago, they had been asleep,
buried deep in the Earth.
(slow rhythmic music) They were once human like us,
but they turned because of their need to possess.
And once they changed,
they craved the taste of human flesh.
The ancestors fought to keep them buried...
...scattering their parts across the land...
...deep into the ground.
(horse chuffing)
For generations, they waited for us to forget.
(hammering)
When people forgot our connection to the land...
...we lost ourselves, as well.
(clanging)
(ominous soundscape)
Dug up, they thawed from ice that held them all this time.
(wind blowing)
They started pulling themselves back together...
...starving to take us as their own.
(wind howling)
(heavy breathing)
(in Indigenous language):
(birds cawing)
I'm going home to the creators.
(sighing)
(snow crunching) Hmm?
(birds cawing)
Hello, little one.
(haunting music)
You can call me Auntie.
Hmm.
Hmm... (chuckling)
You have medicine.
Don't be afraid. It's a gift.
You're not alone.
The walrus represents protectors of water.
And the caribou is for protectors of the land.
And they are both for you.
Both? Why do you only have a caribou?
Everyone has their own way of being.
Some people can walk in both worlds.
My name is Dove.
(haunting music)
(grunting)
Remember to guard your inkwo.
Our power and our resistance is rooted in our medicine.
(haunting music)
(dogs barking in distance)
(hammering)
(shrieking)
(screaming)
(sighing)
(hammering)
Hmm?
(in Indigenous language):
Go back to camp.
Waterboy.
(slicing)
Think of your mom.
Your dad must be weeping for you.
At least I hope he is.
(humming)
(buzzing)
(sighing) Creator...
...if you're still here,
if you save this frog,
I'll never doubt you again.
(in Indigenous language):
Those rotten boys did a number on me.
I didn't think I would make it.
Thank you... for giving them heck,
and waiting for me to come back to life.
My girl, because you saved me,
I would like to offer you my medicine.
(gasping)
Ah...
-Will you take it? -Oh.
What can you do with your inkwo?
What couldn't you do?
Well...
you could travel in dreams.
You could heal with your hands.
Oh, you would do so many things.
And... what is the cost of your medicine?
Hmm.
Well, there are things you can't do or can't have.
If you did take our medicine...
...you must never have children, among other things.
I can't accept your medicine.
What? It's not good enough for ya?
I don't want medicine to decide
what I can and can't do.
I don't know what I want yet.
Hmm.
Are you a boy?
Are you a girl?
I'm not attached to either of those.
I'm both,
Toad.
(frog croaking)
You carry your own inkwo?
That's the word around camp.
Hmm.
I can see what's coming for you.
I can feel them, too.
If you won't take my medicine,
then will you accept my help when you need it?
(sighing)
We will take all the help we can get.
(in Indigenous language):
I won't forget you, my friend.
Hmm?
(exclaiming)
(panting)
(panting)
(exclaiming)
(panting)
(haunting music)
(panting) What do you want from me?!
(snow crunching) (gasping)
Oh.
(slow footsteps)
(crackling)
Auntie? Is that you?
(whimpering)
It's me. Dove!
(growling) (gasping)
Ah!
(shrieking)
The lost one.
Inkwo. Ours.
(heart beating)
(shrieking) (wind howling)
Sorry, Auntie.
(grunting) (screaming)
(rasping)
(grunting) (shrieking)
(grunting) (exclaiming)
(shrieking)
(groaning)
(pounding)
(groaning)
Huh?
Tell your people what you've seen.
We'll watch out for you.
(eerie croaking)
This is our war, too.
(rhythmic music)
We are all born hunted.
The Earth doesn't want this.
We all wanna live.
(birds cawing)
Our world is at war.
My name is Dove.
I am both a boy and a girl.
And I don't question that anymore.
I don't care that a north wind will blow now
that I've told you about them.
Let's fight.
(ominous soundscape)
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