Stavanger Bay mispronunciation

Kigipigak had not thought to temper his question, or his look, and saw his mistake when she replied. The way she quieted and struggled to speak was not specific to women, but to him as well when he thought of his mother.

The segue back to dreams was welcome. Snow, forest — there were ample amounts of both these things here, at least in the winter. If she thought the snow was welcoming then perhaps returning to the taiga was a good choice.

We could stop by the glacier then. I would like to show it to you, have you meet... he thought of Lane, and did not know what to say. The woman carried the pale caribou pelt he had gifted her; now it seemed strange to introduce Sakhmet to someone like that. The wolves of that village. He quickly surmised.

A sheepish look came across his face. It is far, but we can see the land on the way, and maybe find a place for us.