Qeya River crow's cry

lestan nodded, grateful for her education. his ears came forward at the next words. "yes. kigipigak — ah, the sangilak — he accepted me not so long ago."
a breeze raked the land. the young man shivered. "i am still getting used to the weather. you are right about the terrain: it's very different. natigvik holds the whole river, too. it means you control the waterway through here." he looked at her with the intrigue of an academic.