Moonsong Glacier tigiganniak

The man Chakliux was there within the caves, and offered a greeting. Kilgitsuk nodded a silent one in return as his teeth held the white fox, and it wasn't until he'd found a place for it that he turned back to properly address the man. He took note now of the man's scent, which was strongly of another place and other people. He wondered if perhaps Chakliux had chosen the way of the trader as well.

Come spring, I think there will be many things to hunt upon the glacier. One less fox, and one less litter of kits, now. But he had seen a lot while avoiding his deeper feelings. There are mule deer to chase, I think. It is either that or some stranded caribou atop the ice, but even this attempt at humor fell a little flat, and he huffed to himself, licking the taste of fox blood from his lips.