Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

Kigipigak anticipated an equally boisterous greeting, perhaps a share of scents and then the sharing of stories. What tribe was it that could produce such a giantess? And where could they come from? The winterscape of Unnuakvik would not be suitable to such a beacon of russet.

Alas, the stranger shot him a look and the tone of their response showed Kigipigak the truth. He was briefly disoriented but hardly dismayed.

Ah, you are not Tartok. Impressive to the eye, still. What is your name?