Felltree Marsh pamiuktuuk

Kigipigak was drawn in to a staring contest with the dark recesses of the mire, head up and ears front-facing, as he tried to witness whatever creature had broken the stillness. What came later - and from a different direction entirely - was a voice he did not recognize.

When the young man deigned his quarry too elusive to catch by eye, he turned to regard the stranger that now approached. Kigipigak thought if the blizzard and finally put the face to a memory.

Ah! The man with a woman's hole. It didn't occur to Kigipigak now bizarre that might sound, especially given his enthusiasm. I see your snow bunnies kept you well warmed.

His tail whisked the air. We are both so lucky. I found shelter among a forest tribe. What of you? Kigipigak had thought of Rivenwood often, yet could not bring himself to name it now.