Moonsong Glacier tulatuk

The man lingered.

Kilgitsuk did not immediately answer in any way except to breathe and seemingly, to think. The knowledge he now gleaned from the stranger brought to light many feelings. Pride, of course, as Kigipiak had been a creature of such pure focus, and guilt, and yearning. All of these he swallowed. He was a man of the ice now, almost entirely.

The tide, and the spear. He remembered learning of some things while living in the village, and other things gleaned from strangers during his trades and travels. The man adjusts his weight, reclining further, looking more like a battle-tested polar bear or some such beast than a wolf.

I am a trader, he admits finally, which perhaps would assuage any misgivings of the hunter who has found him, and explained how he knew these things. I have visited moon woman's village before. It is pleasing to hear that her family is thriving.