Broken Boulder agnik-miu

The older man was a good sport, snapping back quickly enough. Kigipigak could not tell if he was inflating the number of his conquests or not; either way he was stunned, but did not comment.

He was glad for the dismissal. Kigipigak watched as Mahler headed off at a pantherine prowl, dropping to a watchful position in the middle of the atrium. He could respect the man despite only having met him; he was older, likely held many experiences from which Kigipigak could learn, and he was wise enough not to hole himself away.

Kigipigak headed off to find himself a sleeping arrangement for himself. Like the shadow he would not seek a den, and would be found later with his pale coat tarnished with clay dust. The cave system was surprisingly warm despite the quality of the world outside of it — but Kigipigak still took time to drift off to sleep.

He did not like being confined.