Stavanger Bay iniulik

Kigipigak's appreciation for this woman grew tremendously when she admitted that yes, she was a warrior, and the people who followed her were also; that made them closer to kin than she knew. There came some trepidation after, a little sprinkle of suspicion, which earned an innocent little look from Kigipigak.

No reason. It is good to know the northland's traditions are kept, even this far south. He comments in response. After a pause, he realizes he's been staring out at the water while his mind fills with thoughts of warriors of his childhood — aunts and uncles, elders, creatures from stories passed down to him. Kigipigak wonders if such stories persist here in this place of differences, but he knows he's wearing his welcome thin.

He turns slightly and begins to make his retreat, bowing his head to the dark woman as he strides, not willing to fully turn his back to her. I promise that next time I seek the ocean I will seek it away from your tribe. It was good to meet you, iron woman.