Stavanger Bay iniulik

The woman denounced his presence with a barbed tone to which he flicked an ear. Kigipigak did not want to leave yet; he wanted to drink in the many scents that littered the beach and gather small trinkets to use as gifts, perhaps for Kukutux or for Chanel when he came upon them again. This was not meant to be, and he knew not to press his luck.

Perhaps he could appease this woman in another way, he thought. I will leave. He says. I do not mean to interfere as you build your tribe, issumatar. Perhaps I can be of use? What kind of place do you hope to build?

Kigipigak may as well try and learn something from this woman, either of herself or of her people, to bring with him. Then again she was not the most welcoming presence...