Kildeer Rest Apparently we share a common plasma.

The woman did not use many words, but she said much. Perhaps too much - as Tulimaq regarded her for a long moment, absorbing what little she shared of the boy, as if it were somehow important. As if some little detail factored in to his thinking.

A father? He snorted a low sound from his nose and licked fat from his chin. My savaktuk.

He appeared distracted.

They are scattered north of your camp, chasing the caribou. The one that got away - that is where it came from. His eyes turned briefly to the path of the boy hunter and then back to the strip of bark, which was nearly bare.