Barrow Fields pavva mauragak

The woman found her place beside him. Kigipigak almost did not notice, his eye was trained upon the mountain so far off, and when he turned he found her striding near, and gave a sigh.

He picked up his feet and caught up to where moon-woman walked. It felt very much like he had missed another opportunity. He was slow and weighted, as he had been while hunting for Sakhmet, but now Kigipigak did not know what he hunted for at all.

I do not know, Kukutux. Even his voice lacked the usual energy. He was quiet for a moment and followed her across the snow.

I brought the hide to Lane... he said suddenly, and having not been asked about it, this was clue enough to what was on Kigipigak's mind. She was glad to have it. But at the feast, I did not see her. I did not expect to either, but... yes, he pined, unknowingly.

I understand that as a leader to her people, she would be very busy. The feast was a loud place with many faces. It is nothing, Kukutux. I only worry for the sake of the village. That of itself was no lie; the people of the glacier had hunted well, but the illness in the herd had been incredibly damaging.

Kigipigak's thoughts were that of a hunter, or a brother, as that was what he knew.