Big Salmon Lake I know what you'll do

Kigipigak was joyous; he wanted to sing to the sky and call to his ancestors. Instead he danced from paw to paw a moment, unable to sit still while the energy bubbled within himself. He would go to Moonspear and speak with Kukutux, discern if there were any of the mountainhome that might go with him — dine with her — and then come back this way.

Good! Yes, I will return soon. I will call. This is a good day! A good meeting between new friends! His tail whisked the air. It took effort for Kigipigak to keep a satisfactorily appropriate distance from her; the boy wanted to mix their scents now, mark her with what remnants of Stjornuati he carried, and whisk her away. 

Four days, maybe five. It would take time but that was alright; he would return and they would go home to Valmua and the Watch. The boy bowed his head and with a chuff, issued a farewell: Goodbye for now, Chanel. And with that he dispersed through the trees.