Moonspear xii mikigak

Kigipigak was quiet then. He smiled upon hearing Kukutux' commentary but was lost to thoughts of his own, wondering if there was a deeper meaning to what he dreamed or if it was merely his hunger sparking life in his imagination. His mother would have spoken to him in the same way, coaxed him through understanding, but an opposing end result—dreams were nothing, the figments were meaningless, there was nothing guiding his mind through the dreamscape, things like that.

Do you... Dream? Or, have you a totem? What exactly is a totem...? Kigipigak asked as he pondered, his voice sounding distant, taking on a boyish quality. He felt like he was back home again talking of curious things with his sisters; that was a fond memory he kept stowed deep and away from the present.