Moonsong Glacier and he's asleep in the bed he made the night before

Dutch didn't know how to build a lodge. He'd examined the seal hunters' during his visit, but, admittedly, his focus had been elsewhere. He'd started, though, by finding a good spot for it. A ledge not far from their common place seemed ideal, and Dutch had stood for a long time measuring it with his eyes. The mountain looked like a staircase made for giants in this area, and this particular tier was plenty large enough to fit a lodge, nestled into the mountainside. There would still be space out front as well — to lie out in the sun, or for children to play.

The next stage seemed to be gathering large branches; Dutch had plenty to choose from in the nearby forest. And this was the stage that he could be found in today, swearing heartily to himself as he hauled the long, forked branch up the incline. It was caught on a rock down below, and so he stood playing tug-o-war against nature, growling around the branch in his jaws.