Stone Circle Heart Upon My Sleeve

When his grandson mentioned words focused around hunting and prey, Kove smiled; he could still remember the good ol’ days of hunting freely, before his body decided it was a task no longer meant for him. It was freeing, still—and he was glad West had an interest in it.

“Omajutsiuk,” he said slowly, drawing out the syllables. “It means to hunt game. A general term—there are some other words for announcing the hunt of a specific animal, too.” Such as duck and caribou, and even whales—would the boy know what a whale is? Given how far they were from the sea and his lack of travels, he doubted it, and so he bothered not with bringing it up. “We do not have a word for the bison here,” he commented next. “We do not really have bison in the north to need a name for them.” Prior to leaving home, he’d never actually seen one before. “Instead, we have tuttuk—caribou.” Which were just as daunting a prey as the southern bison.