Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

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The mounds were covered in moss and varying levels of grass, some so dry it could work well as tinder, but it was the presence of the mounds that chilled him to the core. They had a place like this in Unnuakvik—it was where Auktuk's body now would rest and become one with the earth. The tribe was small and so its boneyard was too; this field, this was so much more than that.

Kigipigak took his time in crossing among the mounds. His stride was more cautious here than when he hiked the mountain or followed the broken ridges in the tanglewood. Mother had taught him to be wary of the dead. They could harm you still, if you were not careful. Disturbing their resting places was one of the worst crimes his people held, and so in crossing this space he would take care.

The oddest part of all this was a famliar scent lingering at some mounds, tracing between smaller ones, and towards the mountainside. It was fresh, so Kigipigak grew distracted as he tracked after it, wondering if he could spy her (@Valmúa) glowing face before her sunny disposition snuck up on him.