Mudminnow River guide your loyal sons and daughters

Wreathed in the scent of her mother, Kigipigak was distracted when he first laid eyes upon the girl, thinking it was Sequoia.
He had not seen her in some time and had forgotten her distinctive appearance; but within moments, as the two looked upon one another, he did recognize her as one of the girl children watching the herd.

His interest waned slightly. She offered a greeting and he chuffed a low sound, likely swallowed by the rapids and their churning. I greet you.

A moment later: I did not know you were of Rivenwood when you came to the camp.