Moonstone Quarry quqsuqtaq ⋞

Kigipigak was distracted by Kukutux. When another body emerged on an intercepting trajectory he paused and then turned, puffing up a bit with a defensive air.

The stranger that drew up to meet them was rugged and masculine at first glance; he recognized the scarred face, and then the name that was shared, before finally the scent of Mahler met his senses. Whatever posturing Kigipigak had assumed then melted from him, the iceberg-esque rigidity sloughing from his shoulders.

He had not befriended many within the Rivenwood yet, but he did recall having encountered this woman; she had been present when Mahler's forces had taken the bypass as well. An impressive and well-marked warrior.

Priamfaya, Kigipigak half introduced, half greeted, with a warm intonation.

He glanced to Kukutux. My brothers of the ravenhome have left. The wind called to them before the snows came, so I was without a home. I found one with Priamfaya's people in an eastern wood.

Kigipigak's smile was thin and did not enter his eyes; he still wished to hold the Watch and wait for Stjornuati's return, yet it had been months. He was thankful that Mahler had given him the opportunity to outlast the winter. The weight of Kigipigak's decision weighed upon him - even if it was winter's will that had forced the decision.