Moonsong Glacier there's a giant cross on the i40 did you guys know it's huge

Kigipigak was known for being boisterous, affable, and overtly passionate; Kilgitsuk by opposition was cool headed, thoughtful, and sombre. It was an affect he had not meant to enact but fell in to, as he took blow after blow. The loss of a son, a wife, a pack, a family; now he protected himself too strongly. He was guarded and focused.

Therefor when the man asked about his trade, he at first only grunted. His pace gradually slowed as the incline of the terrain forced him to, and at the top of the hill Kilgitsuk paused to gather his breath and survey the tree line.

I am -- I was, a trader. One who travels and makes exchanges. Hunting often, fighting sometimes; whatever was needed. He was squinting now with his focus on the trees, absently answering the question. Now I am many things; a hunter in this moment. Look, there.

A nod of his head and a flick of his snout to the shadows further ahead, where distant cervid shapes milled about in the shadows thinking themselves safe. A small family of deer they could take advantage of - unless Dutch was more interested in study and conversation.