Permafrost Hollows savakti

Kigipigak was eager to get to work. He thought of how best to use his time and could not decide between hunting for food or for supplies, as @Lóte required both after her great ordeal.

He patrolled the outskirts of the Duskfire village while making up his mind. The forest hollows were keeping his body occupied while his mind wandered. Kigipigak did not know plants. He was a man, which made him a warrior and a hunter by Tartok standards, and he had never seen fit to study such things while his sisters could make up the difference. Now that he needed such knowledge to be of use, he was disgruntled by its absence.

There was ice and frost across much of the forest's expanse. The tree tops had thin layers of snow to them already, and much of what he investigated was hidden beneath a layer of white. He did not know a fiddlehead from a fungus; what might've been good to store for later was trampled readily, and what looked useful was not.

He was at a loss, but refused to give up.