Firefly Glen egangak ⋼

Lote was quiet and withdrawn.

Kigipigak did not need to be among the women to see it. She was hurting. It was much the same as Kigipigak's hurt when he had come to the village—the heartache of loss.

It was fortunate that something came to distract from that pain. Kukutux called to him; he hurried along with the furs along his shoulders prickling, only to relax as Kukutux spoke her desire.

As Lote was a skilled stalker of things, Kigipigak deferred to her. She went on ahead and the two northerners moseyed after, alert and invested.