Moonsong Glacier tulatuk

Kilgitsuk did not move when the other man did, not until he was a distance away. Then he turned to regard him; he saw such familiarity in the way the hunter carried himself, the way he spoke, even his scarification—not a mirror of himself but something so similar.

When he turned back it was with a weight to his spirit, one which pulled his chin down across his extended paws. Eventually those eyes would close and the trader would slumber for a handful of hours—until he felt the desire to roam again.