Big Salmon Lake I know what you'll do

The woman launched in to a flurry of speech. Kigipigak understood but it took a moment for him to switch his brain from his natal language back to common; his thoughts were always of home, in the home dialect. It was a little jarring.

She, however, was pleasing to the eye and ear. Her question was met with a small smirk and then a shake of his head. This is not my home, but I have been roaming for some days now. I wanted to see if this water held fish—perhaps we could dine together if we are lucky?

The water remained still, though. The presence of two wolves with booming voices might have scared them away. He did not think of this. Instead of considering the meal they could share Kigipigak plunged ahead with his mission (as goal oriented as ever): I am Kigipigak. 

He wanted to call this one Ukiak-lik for her variegated furs but held his tongue, letting the thought steep in his brain.