Broken Boulder agnik-miu

Rivenvood? The man has an accent which could have affected how he named his home, but with the blasting winds and Kigipigak's limited experience this far north in the region, he presumes he is hearing thing correctly. The stranger accepts him — for now. It is a blessing. The snow falls thick and constant to the point that Kigipigak likely would not have lasted the night, confidence or not.

Kigipigak followed. There was the boulder, then a corridor of snow leading down in to the earth. He was not pleased at this development and took a moment to gather his bearings; in his world only women put themselves to the earth, not men. But if it meant surviving the storm...

He ducked and followed, wedging his shoulders against the solid walls as the shadow led him deeper. He called to the man, I am Kigipigak.