Permafrost Hollows savakti

A quick glance at the roots he would not recognize, but they were intact and looked more lively than the dry, frozen pieces of growth above-ground. The girl looked hopeful. Kigipigak did not know if they would be of use to him. Perhaps he should search elsewhere, or with the tutelage of Kukutux, or Sialuk. For now it was enough.

Better to spend his time doing something he understood, anyway.

Yes, I will take those. He answered, leaving the little pit exposed, treading around it and away from the girl. He rounded towards her a moment later, cleaving through the packed ice.

Now we will spar! Come at me when you are ready — and do not hold back!

Kigipigak wanted to see how well she moved across the snow. It was a tricky thing, snow; trying to keep astride it rather than sinking in to it, and managing ones movements despite the numbing sensations of the season, or the sheets of hidden ice throughout, would show Kigipigak what the girl knew already and what she would need to work on.