Duskfire Glacier pisugnachuk

@Kukutux had told him, twelve days.

In that time she would have for him a pale skin cured and prepared. When he stopped by the camp to visit her and to see it, he was stunned; the stains which had marred the surface had been cleaned from it almost entirely, and the work had been done so well that he was told, 'it is ready.'

He took the skin, white enough that the hairs were nearly translucent, and heavy across his broad shoulders. Draped across him, the caribou skin gave Kigipigak a renewed look: pristine beyond measure, unscathed by the cat which had knotted his flesh, but it was only a temporary look. Beneath the skin he was his old self.

As Kigipigak hiked to the edge of Duskfire village he thought, 'this is only a thank-you for @Lane. She is a hunter, and a friend, it means nothing more.' As if he could feel Kukutux' eyes focused on him even at great distance. He had left her at the camp - but she had looked bemused.

Tilting his chin up enough to elongate his throat, Kigipigak loosed his deep voice and called for the woman of the glacier, and then settled to wait. He sank to his haunches after, to rest his ankle.