Kildeer Rest tanaaiyak

Kigipigak was breathing heavily, his breath a dragon plume. He smiled the weighted smile of someone who has worked hard, and looked pleased as he stared at the skin. When Kukutux emerged he saw how her eyes grew.

There was a caribou as pale as the snow! He sounded like a boy retelling this story, bursting at the seams. It sounded like a tall tale even as he spoke it, but the proof lay there for her.

I tracked it, and with Lane's help, we brought it down. I thought... Here he was not so much out of breath as he was bashful, though it looked the same. If the skin can be saved, I would like for Lane to have it.