Totoka River talgaktuk

The girl's voice was soft and low. It carried because there was no other noise to contend with. Kigipigak's ears twitched as he heard the question - though he wasn't sure if she spoke to him or to the apple tree.

It is what I am most familiar with. He answered.

It was only outside of Unnuakvik that Kigipigak had learned of true seasons. In his home village there were many days of light, equally many days of darkness, and either way it was very cold.

He studied the arch of her neck as she looked up at the tree.

I think I could learn to love summer. That was when they had first met.