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Her explanation was simple, and must have been the truth. He could not discern any subterfuge here, nor have any reason to think the strangers passing through the forest might have nefarious leanings. She had food, and she offered it for Asivaq; and Kigipigak grinned to her.

Yes, I am her husband! I am Kigipigak. He swiftly came forward along with his introduction, closing any distance so that the stranger - this Masque - could find the scent of Asivaq all over him. From his own observations this woman was young like Asivaq, so perhaps they had found some common ground when they met.

I will take that to her. He offered readily; then in the next beat he asks, —are you looking for a place to stay?