Hoshor Plains Pikpagigaa

Kigipigak. A voice rumbles, snapping the man's attention away from the midlife crises level event happening in his brain; he sees his son there, noting he didn't look happy to see him. That sobered Kaluktuk up quickly enough. Kivaluk.

You look well. Except for the sour look upon his face. He clears his throat, unsure of what to say next, or what to do. Kaluktuk does not like having to be careful about how he comports himself — he feels he should be free to do as he wants, given that Kivaluk has all but renounced his ties to Tartok and to his father's blood.

Are you here with Chickadee? I was glad to meet her. She is a nice girl.