Duskfire Glacier iqaluk

Having spent a few days patrolling the herds, Kigipigak was given time to rest and recuperate.

He switched positions with another Moonglow hunter and was told, quite frankly, to get some sleep and a bite to eat. For the sake of the hunts to come, it was advised that he find something easy and mild to eat - and so he sought out some of the meltwater of the river for a drink, and lingered long enough to grab a fish from the shallows.

It was nothing special. A small thing compared to the giant salmon of the seaside, or arctic char from his childhood village. He carried it in a haze, having overworked himself of late, and found a spot of sunlight to bask beneath while he plucked scales from the belly of the fish.

Kigipigak did not yet realize he had crossed in to the heart of Duskfire, which was open to the visitors such as himself, but had he known he would have been more polite about it. Oh well; the fish was occupying his mind entirely.