Moonstone Quarry quqsuqtaq ⋞

When he set his eyes upon her Kigipigak's travel weariness sloughed from him like a discarded robe. He smiled, genuinely, and closed the distance with an eagerness he did not often show to others.

Her scent warmed him. She was his last connection to the northlands, and she held the scent of snow and ice — or rather lacked the mountain's earthiness — in a way that greatly appealed to him. Kigipigak circled her in greeting; he was too close and too greedy, but withdrew readily enough.

I am glad to see you as well, he remarks, though he need not bother. The elation he feels electrifies his skin. His tail makes wide friendly sweeps. I am surprised that you call for me, atauraga.