Totoka River talgaktuk

He did not want this day to end, the same way he had wished the night would go on forever, sleepless, within the Sound the day they reunited. Every moment was lost to the childish abandon of their connection. Was it love? Who could say. For all their history together, Kigipigak and Sakhmet had yet to delve very deeply through their feelings for one-another. They were together, which for now was enough for the man.

He tumbled and jostled with her, as if she were a brother or a sister. He rolled in the snow and feined a lunge one way, or another, until he lost his footing on some ice and rolled away from her - in to a tree trunk sitting idle by the riverside.

The konk of his head was met with a laugh; but there also came the sound of something sharp and tinny, like glass breaking, and a second smaller sound of something falling to catch in the snow.

Kigipigak was a bit addled from the bonk to his head but peered at the snow anyway, seeing something round and clear at the same time, not understanding that he lay against an apple tree.