Blackbeak Bluff tulugaksiyyuk

Rancid, infection, wrong, it all was the same to Kigipigak. Most of the time old meat had a sour note to it but his stomach fared well enough. He took the words of the wounded woman under advisement but not with any great imperative; he was not wise in the way of medicine as a woman might be, such as Kukutux, and thought that Nyra's suspicion was akin to superstition, which did not sit well within the Tartok's mind.

A concerned look knit itself beneath her many scars. He did not like to see such a thing on anyone, being a generally jovial sort of creature himself, and let out a small laugh.

I am sure it will be fine! He did not mean to discount what she thought, however, Kigipigak was not aware of how condescending his tone could sound. We will gather what we can for the village to eat. They can judge for themselves, or we can bring it to Kukutux and have her decide. The people need to eat before we reach the glacier. They had already been without a proper meal for many nights now, and they had children with them.

Kigipigak would not fail to provide — and he thought, if they were to get sick or to perish, it was the natural way. He doubted that Moonglow was so weak that it could fall to a poor-smelling bit of meat, though.