Kildeer Rest tanaaiyak

Kigipigak was glad that the skin would have a use. That Kukutux had the skill and the patience to make it a beautiful thing. He did not linger long after their conversation ended.

The blood that had drawn across his back during the carrying of the skin, which now stained him and grew tacky as it dried, needed to be washed from his coat. As he bid Kukutux farewell and gave his thanks, he passed a smile to Lote, and then departed to hunt for somewhere to wash.

Twelve days. Much could happen in such a time. If Kigipigak could come away from this with an aokatti he would be very happy.