Sunset Valley But he talks like a gentleman

There was a moment during the creature's fall that Kigipigak doubted himself. He saw the immense shape teetering too close and did not yet move himself, not until the shadow crossed him, and when he shifted and lunged away, he thought that he had misjudged the speed with which the creature collapsed back. He managed to snake around one side and be safe in the end, his pulse racing, and laughter bubbling from his chest.

The other wolf was nowhere to be seen at first; but as Kigipigak caught site of their darkened spine, he saw that they held the caribou's neck between jaws. It was rare that two hunters could take down such an immense thing; this man was a fine hunter indeed! It helped too that the caribou was so far gone with sickness.

Kigipigak gathered his breath and paced around the head of the cow, watching as its life was choked out of it. Watching as the blood pooled down its hide from many tears and abrasions. After a final struggle he saw the stranger release his grip.

A good hunt! Kigipigak praised with his excessive voice.