Silver Moraine like a waterfall, my tears dropped to the floor, the floor

Kigipigak ranged farther from the river every day. He did not believe the river could sustain his freshly grown family given the fact he was better versed with land prey than aquatic, forcing him to seek out the familiar but abandoned hunting grounds previously used by the glacier village.

With spring having found its way back to the area, Kigipigak held on to a shred of hope that the herds might return with their own children in tow; a calf would be extremely valuable after weeks of struggle. So when Kigipigak heard movement through the fresh snow, he made a bee-line after it, hoping to spot something he could chase.