Kintla Flatlands But Death Had Caught You in a Bad Mood

The fire in the boy's eye was not limited there. His burnished body launched from the ledge and came to rest by Kigipigak, further solidifying how he saw them. Not fat like the pregant caribou then—sprightly, and as stupid as the fawn he had felled earlier.

Kigipigak knew he was looking at an angry boy whether the cussing made sense or not. He followed the way they moved, the taut muscles and low, snaking gait of one who hunts. 

Ah! The fawnboy thinks he is a warrior! Kigipigak comments with derision. It is impressive that the boy would defend the very mention of his mother, commendable to Kigipigak, however it does not detract from the poor sportsmanship of throwing rocks.