Kintla Flatlands But Death Had Caught You in a Bad Mood

The head of the boy poked over the ledge. Kigipigak saw the red of his salmon-belly eyes through a mist within his own. A few more furious blinks and his vision cleared while the irritation lingered. Kigipigak's tail flagged above his hips.

You walk like a fat caribou! He shouted angrily up the ridge. His teeth caught the light as he spoke. They hid behind his lips a moment later as he recited something else to himself in the language of his people. The furs of his back arched and serrated with annoyance. Stupid boy child, kicking rocks. Where is your mother? She should teach you better.