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

A man. He moved like some kind of panther upon the snow, drawing close. He held the confidence of someone in power - but not to the point of being egocentric about it, somehow. He knew his power and he held firm within it.
Akavir, I presume. Kilgitsuk murmured, assessing the man in return and then averting his gaze. Your man Arric told me of you, and your village. I am Kilgitsuk.
He shook some tension from his shoulders, letting a haze of snow fall from them.
And he said there was some trouble with your settling.