Kintla Flatlands But Death Had Caught You in a Bad Mood

A clattering sounded higher on the hillside and flecks of shale scattered off the ledge, minced by gravity and set scattering across the pale back of the traveler. 

Kigipigak raised his head at the sound and was hit in the eyes by grains of broken pieces. It was an effective use of the natural environment if it was the blond boy's aim to start a fight.

Anaksiugayuk—! The man bellowed from below.

It was a cheap shot. Kigipigak snorted dust from his nose and shook his head and the mantle of his shoulders, trying to blink rapidly and clear the temporary blindness from his vision.