Silverlight Terrace I'll betray you like a man

he was not so stealthy, not at his age and certainly not at his size. but he wasn't interested in the goats so much. they weren't at a number that kigipigak felt confident in hunting — if there had been more, the odds of catching one before they could escape would have been greater. he noticed them, of course — one turned its head and faced its ears towards him as he lumbered close — but the other did not appear worried.

the climb had tuckered him out. kigipigak did not want to admit to that, and was thankful he was alone in his struggle — oblivious for the time being that someone lay in wait, also watching the goats — and he let out a deep-chested yawn which split his jaw wide.

gone were the days where he was welcome among the tartok, or the dawn-people; he had not seen any of his children in some time, and when he thought of his past wives he felt only empty. he was lonely, and tired, and far from the boisterous creature he had been years ago.