Barrow Fields vii Come home to roost.

Kigipigak drew away from her and cautiously investigated one mound, then another, then another, and finally the divot she had worked hastily to carve. There was no trace of anything warm or alive—except a worm that retreated in to the dirt as he got close. Tempting as it was to slurp that up, Kigipigak did not resort to such a habit with current company present.

I hear them, Valmua went on to hiss as she assailed another hole.

Without any clues to draw him in Kigipigak was not as invested; he looked to the sky and watched a distant shape coasting on air currents, perhaps one of the Watcher's birds. It looked large and could have been an eagle for all he knew. Point being— it wasn't tempted close to this field at all. That told him it was a pointless endeavor.

For all he knew this woman was hearing the restless dead. 

Have you been up the mountain? Kigipigak asked abruptly. He wanted to redirect Valmua's attention and learn about the place she wished to take for herself.