Whitewater Gorge tulaktuk ‡

Kiggavik—? Oh, he liked that.

Nobody had given him a name before (other than his mother) and Kigipigak was struck by the power in that moment; it was something he felt singularly unto himself, mentally tying him in this new way to Kukutux, and he was quiet for a moment.

He listened as she breathed, as she spoke, and agreed.

Unitchaa Kukutux, agiruk—uvliruk katmiksuk. For good measure Kigipigak leans close and draws a breath of her, fills his lungs with the sweet smell that lingers there and the musk of dry fox skin. 

As he draws back he murmurs, Aullaktuk uumakna.