Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

The boy revealed how inept he truly was, stating he could not hunt but only fish. Kigipigak could not fault him for having a preference — he was a coastal beast from the look and smell of him — but he chose to be offended by the offered information. 

Kigipigak had come from a village with a similar make-up; his people were fishermen primarily, with chance encounters granting them the fatty meats of seals or the occasional ungulate. He chose to see himself as superior, which was easy, and huffed as he moved away from Njord's company.

As Kigipigak stalked along he commented lowly, It is a wonder you survived this long. Can't fight, can't hunt... but he did not finish the thought. Better to focus on the task before them than the faults in their pairing. 

Kigipigak would take the lead; he had to presume Njord would follow him and be quick enough should they find prey. He spoke of nothing from that point on and picked up his pace, following the path left behind by the doe's trail and then stopped short as he rounded a pile of snow. 

There was only one — and no fawn. If the two wolves waited here maybe the other one would make an appearance, but if they waited too long it was likely their presence would be discovered.