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An hour passed, maybe two. It was hard work even for the men; perhaps because they had worked so hard to bring down the caribou, their energy had been spent. By the time Kigipigak had torn both the legs from the carcass and emptied the belly, the other man had managed the same with the hind.

He stepped back and sank to his haunches, covered in blood that was in various stages of dry-to-wet, coagulated mostly around his throat and face.

Here, he offered — and pushed aside some of the meat pile to reveal the heart and liver, as well as some of the cleaned belly meat. We need to eat if we are to carry all of this. It will take many paths before it is all squared away.

Maybe Kigipigak could get the help of Sialuk or one of the other Moonglow wolves at the camp, he thought. They must have finished many of the ulax by now.