Duskfire Glacier pisugnachuk

When someone came to the edge of the village Kigipigak turned to greet them, and saw that it was Lane.

She called out to him a name he had not heard in some time: Atka! It stunned him that she would know this word; within Tartok it was one of the Old Gods, the pale bear of good fortune, who was shunned by Siku, the first matriarch. Such a tale could have been carried by Tuuluuwaq, Kigipigak reasoned.

He would not think too long about this.

Kukutux does great work! He commended as he watched her.

She investigated the caribou hide that draped him and he strut a step or two, showing it off, before shrugging it from his shoulders against the cleanest snow he could find, so as not to mar it.

It is a gift for you. A thanks to you, and to your village, for letting Moonglow stay. So that when you look upon it you remember our hunts together, and good fortune. He was smiling, trying hard to remain at-ease while other thoughts brewed beneath his surface.