Qeya River ilakagitka

They were of the same mind. Kigipigak breathed deeply of the crisp, cool air; it was summer, but it was dry here and not nearly as searing as the rest of the valley.

He burrowed against Sakhmet a moment and breathed her in, too. He felt her speaking, and lifted his head enough from the embrace to hear her.

A smile came to him again.

Kukutux said the same. What was it she had proposed? Winter hunting. She would like to bring her hunters here after the first snows, and we can hunt and we can feast together.

It had been the same with Duskfire.

It is a long ways away. The boys will be bigger, though. Strong enough to handle a little snow.