Big Salmon Lake I know what you'll do

The way she stumbled across his name was amusing to him, as so many before her did the same, although she managed. Her voice was sweet and sharp like summer berries; Kigipigak's face split in to a proper wolf-smile.

Kigipigak did not know what a caldera was. The terms Chanel used were very different for him. He presumed it was near; she smelled of blue stone, sun-dappled elmwood, and layers of wolf-scent.

I am iglaak, yes—I go place to place, many places. He nods his head. I left my home tribe weeks ago, but found some brothers, and travel with them now. Ah, they are set to take a mountain for themselves; a home.

Kigipigak found himself floundering around his words; this tale he had told to others many times over, sitting on his tongue like a wad of seal fat to weigh him.