Totoka River When the lights go up

Kigipigak was oblivious to the deformities of the golden wolf, and only huffed when they spoke, spinning towards him. It was a woman; she looked more like a ranger than a warrior, and held no mark of Moonglow or Duskfire; neither did she smell strongly of the sea, but of the forests of the region. A rogue, so far as he could tell.

He took a moment to lay the shell down upon the snow by his feet, light enough that it would not sink in and be lost. It was not my intention to scare you.

That said, Kigipigak did not believe in apologies.

I am looking for someone. He is a puny— already Kigipigak had blundered, and paused before his tongue could let the nickname puny hunter man flow. He is a hunter around my age. Thinner than me. Brown coat, with a tail as red as maple leaves. The obvious question came next. Have you seen him?

I took something from him that I would like to give back. His eyes lingered on the shell.