Cedar Sweep aquiattuq

As proud as Kigipigak was to support his wife, after many weeks among these cedars and with the arrival of his children there was a certain level of emptiness that was not conducive to their village-building efforts. It was a good and faraway place when taking in to account Asivaq's desire to be away from the influence of her mother; it was not such a great choice when trying to build your own village. Kigipigak appreciated how secluded they were in terms of safety for those newly born and had begun to quietly resent the solitude in equal measure; but he would stay and he would provide, as it was his duty, and he loved his wife.

When he did not find a trail to follow, Kigipigak began to grow restless. He could not stop just because his luck was turning against him; he had to bring something back to Asivaq so that she could remain strong, and so that their children could grow. When the howl sounded from another patch of the forest Kigipigak warred with himself over whether he should drop out of his hunting work and flatly ignore the caller, but he had noted that they called to his wife by name—so he would go, and he would see for himself.

The stranger he spotted was a young woman. He saw her because of the blazing red upon her face; she had a carcass at her feet, and Kigipigak was intrigued.

You called? He answered, drawing from the shadows of a few older giants.