Emberflame Ridge xvi kinignik

Kigipigak thought for a moment that he could be dreaming. The world felt very real, from the bone he had dropped to the sound of laughter in the air; except it was a light and shrieking sound at once, causing the hairs to raise on the back of his neck. Nails on a chalkboard.

He had not encountered an intelligent raven before—not at least, one that could speak. These were strange days indeed.

With a huff he looks to the bone where it is stuck and licks his lips. A plaything at best. Too little meat left on it to satisfy a belly like mine. A thought then came to Kigipigak. The end is stuck in the briar. If you can free it I will let you near to eat what remains.

A deal?