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It helped that she was amenable to his herding, moving away from him with spritely steps. Maybe his bulk intimidated her - she was a small thing, probably quite young too. As she fled beside him Kigipigak focused his attention on the study of her figure, as it was much more appealing than the grotesque remains he had now burned in to his mind.

She was thin; not ungainly, but sharp and lean. The way she moved had a fluidity and yet no grace, like a fawn scrambling to keep up with the herd.

When she turned to try and sneak a glance at the log pile he thought, there is a winter storm inside of you. Her eyes were so pale that she looked almost blind.

It is possible. Kigipigak didn't know for sure. Old meat could spoil and turn your stomach so, something as exposed as those remains might carry worse things.

The girl seemed preoccupied for a moment. Kigipigak wasn't sure what to say to the stranger, and so when he did speak, it was a flurry.

Never know what you'll find here in the south! Once when I visited the sea, I saw giant beastly fish that were bigger than anything! They chased the small fish like we do the herds.

Despite the shock of what he had recently seen and touched, Kigipigak put on a brave face and tried to talk his way back to a good mood. The smile on his face didn't feel genuine - but it did help the nauseated feeling inside.