Frostfire Ridge something for the soul

when he speaks, there is not this sense of arrogance that laces his tone. instead, the man seems to confide within the first hunter his own weaknesses when it came to hunting. in many ways, shikoba feels honored to know that he is willing to give her personal things to know about him. perhaps this is to ensure the success of the hunt, but perhaps there could be another motif behind it.

"strength good, caribou are strong. shikoba and others chase, but inutsuk and kigipigak help bring down." a simple strategy, to use the swiftness of the runners to tire out and separate one from the herd, then rely on the brutes of the pack to bring down the game. hopefully, this trek towards the glacier will not be in vain and there will be success in the hunts soon to come.

when he asks about her condition and presses himself closer, shikoba leans against him more. "shikoba used to live in desert, snow rare to see. do better in heat than cold." light shivers ripple through her body for a moment, though she settles as the man grows closer. "where inutsuk from? cold place?" he didn't look cold to her, though perhaps this man was simply putting on a front. perhaps he was born to the tundra. all shikoba knows is that she is a little jealous of his ability to easily stay warm.