Cricket Creek Bog ¤aapiaq

The man was willing to help, and sounded as though he would be more useful than with just the hunt. Carrying meat back to Asivaq would make everything easier on her. Kigipigak was fond of the idea of his wife being well fed and fat; but he was wary all the same. He did not immediately answer the friendly man and paused to think.

On one hand, it would be very useful. On the other, did Kigipigak think it wise to show a stranger where his pregnant wife made her bed? He knew himself to be capable enough to prevent anything from befalling her, or their growing family. This man appeared young and seemed trustworthy. Kigipigak would keep an eye on him anyway, for the sake of his family's safety.

A shared meal would lift our spirits, he offered as agreement. Let us hunt then. There are many deer paths in this forest we might test.

He welcomed the aid of a hunting partner now, and returned to his scouting of these paths while one ear kept itself turned towards the man, or the occasional glance was spared his way. The work of finding and felling something in this season would take some time - and hopefully be worth the effort.