Morningside Cuesta wachsam

The travel of moon-woman was not surprising to Kigipigak, but he had forgotten of the woman's trek across the land. He had been so preoccupied with his mourning at the time, and his healing heart, that it had gone unnoticed. Hearing of it now sparked some curiosity within Kigipigak; but he was not from the woman's camp and so he did not investigate further, knowing his place as a hunter.

The topic of caribou brought a grin from him, then.

It goes well! The herd is large and at first, was spread out. Our two camps surround the bulk of their roaming. They are sick, he mentions this with a raise of his brow, wondering if Mahler is aware, perhaps from his daughters telling after their return. They move like their legs are full of stones. Some eat, some drink, but they often forget halfway, or spend time nosing the grass without really eating.

There was enough for Rivenwood too, Kigipigak thought, but did not voice.