Cedar Sweep aimaaġvik

The forest sprawled in every direction. It was a thick, dark place but where the sunlight filtered through the boughs, the paths were obvious, and so Kigipigak followed one trail or another as he kept up wtih Asivaq.

There was evidence of many creatures here, so the hunting would be good. It was the middle of winter and yet Kigipigak could find small paths likely used by rabbits, which could lead to warrens; he found what could have been a nest among a tangle of young trees, perhaps where weasels had hoped to stave off winter's chill; there were signs of deer having grazed here too, or lain in the snow at the very least, which made Kigipigak think their luck was growing.

We should settle here and see. He smiled to her, stepping away to investigate another scent, and then another, as there were many things to explore. You will need an ulaq for the children, he remarked as he nosed through some ferns, vanishing temporarily among the shadows and re-emerging some distance away, his path having gone in a crescent.

When he saw her red shape again, he laughed and came hiking back with an eager step.

What do you think? Is this what you want?