Moonspear xii mikigak

Soon enough Kigipigak was accompanied by the woman. She came with a smile upon her face that made him smile back; so far removed from the serious nature of the women he grew up with, from the stern face of his mother to the shrewd and oftentimes vitriolic grandmother Kigipigak was used to. He often wondered if his sisters would grow up to have that harsh edge. Perhaps not now that they had been removed from the tribe—better for them.

As Kukutux spread the hide the dried foods were plain to see. Kigipigak was amazed at the bounty; he had not seen food prepared this way since leaving his home and even then, the Unnuakvik wolves were not as skilled with their patience. They practiced gorging on the freshest sweet meats more often. This meal prepared for him was a delicacy, and he was shy in accepting it.

Kigipigak tucked in; he took some fish first, then worked at a piece of jerky with his molars, settling on to his belly so that he could pinch it between his paws on one end and chew on the other.

Qa aasakung. He said as he licked his lips. A pause.

Ahmayaatal ilgal. Kigipigak was here for more than one reason, beyond the lovely breakfast and the company of the northern woman, he had a purpose. Kasul ayagaa.