Cricket Creek Bog ¤aapiaq

When the sound of movement caught in his ears, Kigipigak turned to survey the area. He half expected his aokatti to materialize, and instead he saw a ruddy figure — which made him stiffen, as he could only think of his wife's father Aiolos in that split-second before the stranger got closer.

They were young, talkative, and green-eyed. Kigipigak tried to relax some, as this wasn't Aiolos but a stranger. He must have heard the way Kigipigak had called to Asivaq, as he spoke of sharing in a hunt and bringing gifts back to her, as if reading his mind.

Hello! Kigipigak greeted, sizing up the stranger and seeing he was in good health, and noticing a lack of any pack-scent upon him.

My wife and I are living in the cedar forest, that way. He gave a motion. I am hunting for her. If you help me, I will trade you some of the meat. What would the man say to that?