Gilded Bay the depths are calling

Bold/italic font is spoken Inuktitut. Thanks for the thread!

He can visualize realms down south, annealed by the sun. Surprisingly, dry earth and warm thermals manifest in his mind. Temperature is the only descriptor he's gotten. For the likes of Natjuk - who was fostered and forged in freezing eminences - that is more than enough.

Funny how Govinda resembles his motherland, not merely by name but also in character. Natjuk's discriminations - commonly wintry and distant - soften lightly in the company of this man. He will not misremember Govinda's succor.

Yes. Finally. He is starting to feel more like himself, in body and spirit. The mounts southeast of their position solidify what he set out to do in the first place. His pace stalls to a stop, focus brought to bear upon Govinda. A faint, forlorn smile draws itself across his lips.

I should be going. He does not want to take up any more of Govinda's time, having had his share. He feels rejuvenated from it. How long this will last is yet to be seen. Natjuk cannot say for certain he will come back this way. When summer returns, will Govinda be lingering in these parts still?

Thank you for your time. He punctuates this with a bowed head. Farewell. Off he goes, running headlong toward Ravenshook Cliffs.

A hasty exodus smothers what could have been.