Bramblepoint eighty-fifth

The man is charming. If Kigipigak was in a better headspace he might have lingered and cultivated a friendship here. Instead he was given the gift of a curious plume, and felt the conversation meet a resolution.

Thank you, he murmurs, observing the gift as he carefully takes it. Perhaps he would offer it to his son Kivaluk.

Safe travels. This region is well protected, so you should have no troubles. Kigipigak did not know of any villages further than this wilderness, but it was possible someone had settled in the mountains. He saw the man had warriors at his disposal and was not worried.

With a small bow of his head, Kigipigak took the feather and withdrew.