Moonspear xii mikigak

kukutux filled with a good deal of pleasure to see her kinsman accept the offering. the duck felt as though some old bones had been uncrossed in a faraway land. he was kigipigak, but he was also someone who had seen the sea ice, who knew the taste of seal fat, and the way to be a hunter, she was sure.

with the air of a woman rounding out her skirts so she might kneel, kukutux positioned herself nearby, casting about for silence a moment longer. the man from ravenhome was treating her as uilik. and it was at her proverbial hearth that he sought knowledge. "annasiaq uvani asinga," she began carefully. "pigumak nuliak?"