Moonsong Glacier we play dumb but we know exactly what we're doin'

Kilgitsuk made good time in his travels. He was almost constantly on the move even after his encounter with Chakliux, invested in covering as much distance as he could while watching for herds and other boons upon the land. His goals remained the same: fulfill work for others in exchange for meals, a place to sleep, good company or any news he could carry. It was no longer as lonely either; here in the Wilds that he knew so well, Kilgitsuk was at peace, in his own way.

As he went on his way today, he found himself hiking the lower extremities of the mountains where there was more ice than to be expected, given it was autumn and it was not the far north. Kilgitsuk paused upon a vantage point and peered in the direction of Moonglow; he had not yet ventured there for any reunion with Kukutux, Sakhmet, or his son. Knowing this, there was a steely look upon his face. A chilling wind tousled the fur of his nape, as he turns away from it and continues to stride.

It was during this steady climb of the glacier that he caught the sound of a struggling animal. Their gait was off; his attention was drawn because of it, and he picked up his pace. Before long though, Kilgitsuk saw a person rather than prey and his prowl became less predatory, more relaxed. She wore a prepared caribou skin; even from afar he could see Aiolos' aureate reds in balance against Kukutux' swan whites.

She was heading down, he was heading up, and in another moment they would lock eyes. He hid what pain the memory of Moonglow brought him with a broad smile, nodding to her from afar.