Whitewater Gorge tulaktuk ‡

Finally — 

A woman who spoke like him, who looked like him! It was not Valmua and so Kigipigak's hopes of a dalliance were swiftly dashed. It was someone fair and sweet-smelling; she spoke smoothly and it was like listening to birdsong for the first time. 

Iglaa gu runa. His chin tips up for a moment, grin faltering, and he shakes out his mantled shoulders. All part of the display. Sedna atchigaa Kigipigak, Unuakvik—miu.

As that sinks in Kigipigak looks upon the woman, draws closer despite any sense of propriety either might feel, and tastes the air. Draws it forth from her nape with a whiff. The fox skin is well tended and carries more information upon it. Much wolf scent; mountain air, sweet-smell, and the shocking twist of ice with salt.

Tagium sinaa miu? It is strikingly familiar to Kigipigak.