Otter Creek iii Means to an end.

The woman was crooked. She walked crookedly, her face was split, she looked normal until she moved and Kigipigak could see the malformation through the way she weighed her steps. Having never seen such a thing in Unnuakvik before Kigipigak was nervous of it; he eyed her as she stalked along the creekside.

Kigipigak wondered if his true feeling about his dispersal had summoned this aliuktuk - she who walks in dead places. For all he knew Kigipigak was keeping company with a ghost. 

I live everywhere, Kigipigak replies, wanting to sound proud of this fact. He had left Unnuakvik on good terms and with his mother's impossible to attain favor, which was all he had ever wanted. The change in his scenery had not yet warped him. This place is mine to roam and see, and there is much to see. Is your forest good enough for you? 

He did not follow after the ghost. If she wanted to leave him Kigipigak would not stop her. The last thing he wished was to be cursed, and so he played a friendly role.