Duskfire Glacier pisugnachuk

Absolutely.

It was exactly the answer Kigipigak expected. This woman was a hunter and would never back down from the opportunity to prove her skill, like any decent woman of Tartok.

Apiruk Tartok. It had a certain ring to it.

Kigipigak was not one to be lost in thought, yet found himself there, tethered to this idea he could not speak aloud. He wasn't as attentive to Lane's words as he should have been, and only caught the tail-end of her statement.

He grunts and nods, his eyes far away.

I will see you again for the hunt, and for the feast. I am glad you like the skin.

A smile came after, as Kigipigak put aside much of what he'd come here to discuss. It wasn't the right time. They had their own commitments, he reasoned, with Lane being a mother and now the leader of her village; and Kigipigak was only a hunter, and a friend.

He took one lingering look upon the folded hide of the caribou before turning away, respectfully drifting back to one of the Moonglow camps.