Hideaway Strath sapukutaq

There is nothing here to explain the many wolf-scents he had tracked. Nothing to denote a village rising somewhere among the mire, and nothing to indicate a growing population, from what Kigipigak could discern in the moment. The scents spread in different directions and he would have to choose where to look first; thankfully he did not have to go far before spotting a figure, and they appeared to have noticed him as well.

On his approach he kept his posture relatively neutral (given that he could not enforce much upon these unclaimed lands); but there was also a sense of pride in the lift of his head, a defensiveness in the frown he wore as Kigipigak came to stand before this person — a woman?

You are new to this area. It was not a question. During his weeks of living in this place with his wife, Kigipigak had encountered very few individuals. Anyone he found in this place would be from elsewhere, he was certain of that.

You and your people — whoever they are — collectively trespassed through my village. Your scents are there upon our borders. Who are you? What are you doing here? She at least owed him some kind of explanation.