Bitterroot Valley Arjunaruk

Kigipigak had grown accustomed to the averted eyes of women, so the way this one stared at him made him feel a touch unsettled. He did not let that affect his usual bearing except his tail had stopped its pendulum motion, focused on the woman as she spoke.

Her voice was almost thick, as if accented. Her questions flowed one after another — until she spoke of a daughter. To this Kigipigak's brows raised involuntarily.

The village of Duskfire is a friend to Moonglow. We followed the caribou. Kigipigak explained curtly, as if this would explain everything for the wayward shadow. It seemed easy enough to understand for Kigipigak, but it was a lifestyle he had been raised with, and he was ignorant to the various alternative ways people lived.

Our camps are made outside of their village but we are welcome to visit it, and I often bring my kills to them to share. It is what friends do. He smirked at this, thinking himself somehow amusing for stating something obvious. What is your daughters name? Perhaps I know of her. He thought immediately of Lane, but did not know why.