Bitterroot Valley Arjunaruk

As he came upon her, Kigipigak's features held their usual intensity and focus. His ears were forward while his eyes were alert, until the woman spoke her question. His tail frisked the air once as the residual nervous energy fled his system.

It seemed an easily answered question with the use of eyes, ears, and nose. A hunt. Many hunts. He answered anyway.

I am Kigipigak, hunter for Moonglow. My people have made camp near the glacier to keep watch for the herds and hunt the caribou. He sniffed the air as finished speaking, finding no trace of Lane's scent on this wolf, or much of anything that would bring to mind the glacier's forests.

Who are you? She was not from either village, which made her a curious addition.