Otatso Wetlands kallularuk

He was being followed, though not by an enemy.
Lestan appeared far behind, and Kigipigak — stuttering his steps, then stopping entirely — turned to regard him as he approached. His eyes met the other man just as Lestan cleared his throat; when he heard his name, his gaze averted.
I am Kilgitsuk here; a trader name. He spoke this as if it were as commonplace as anything, and watched Lestan after, intent that the man correct himself or at the very least, understand.
I aim to stay for the winter at least.
It would've been easy enough to explain himself to Lestan. To speak of Sakhmet's return without their son, and his failures as a father, but it was not his way. Emotion was to be swallowed deep. Kigipigak had proven he was not a leader to be followed or a father to be relied upon, but Kilgitsuk could be someone else.