Duskfire Glacier at aaktuktuk |<

It wasn't a man who came to greet him, but a boy.

He looked to be built out of a winter storm. Dark and moody at the edges, gilded silver everywhere else, and blue; more than that, his expression looked dour. Kigipigak watched him with a small bow of his head, and that was when he saw the scar across his crown.

A boy yes, but perhaps also a warrior.

Hail! Kigipigak called out, and reached for the hare at his paws, lifting it and touting it as if it were some great discovery, only to fling it towards the boy.

Kigipigak was prepared to introduce himself; looking like his old gregarious self, grinning and boisterous, ready to proclaim that he was a hunter of Moonglow here to learn of the Duskfire wolves before they set to work — but the boy's voice cut through all of that before Kigipigak had a chance.

My dad just died. His wife too.

The smile faltered slightly upon Kigipigak's face. He shielded his teeth and looked a bit perplexed. He had not met the village leaders here but he still felt a keen shock at the news. The boy was more interested in the hare — likely still in shock.

Ah, yes, yes that is for you. Kigipigak indicated, although tossing the rabbit might've been clue enough.