Swiftcurrent Creek The roaring seas and many a dark range of mountains lie between us.

There really wasn't much to this place. It was hardly as developed as Natigvik in its prime, and the similarities made Kilgitsuk's chest feel horribly vacant as he compared the two. The river here was much more active - likely due to being further south, and thus less frozen even with the snow everywhere - and even now he could witness brave ducks swimming in the calmer sections, or birds that should have been wintering somewhere warm seeking fish by the shore.
His approach spooked some of them in to a lazy, silent flight.

Beyond the river there wasn't much to say about this place. There were no ulax, as there weren't enough women to build a proper circle here; it smelled of mostly men, and as Kilgitsuk meandered along one of the main paths towards the heart of the territory, and the river's thickest section, he came across the scent of @Lestan and was surprised by it.

There was also the more prevalent scent of a man he did not know (@Akavir); this being the strongest among them all, Kilgitsuk presumed he was on the trail of the village chief. Among a copse of trees he found a strong feminine scent which brought to mind his wife, and he turned from it almost immediately, wracked with guilt.