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As she drew close Kigipigak took notice but did not move. He did not bristle despite feeling the urge, did not lash out as she poised with her mouth so close to his face. The way she spoke to him, of him, was belittling. Kigipigak had not noticed how it made him feel until she made her verbal jab and he did not like the welt it left on his pride.

Did you take a piece of them? Valmua asked next. Kigipigak's eyes narrowed as he looked down at the dirt, his gilt-eyed glare turning to slant her way. His scarred eye, the left, twitched slightly. Would not be surprised to find a corpse at the bottom of the mountain. 

Kigipigak made a mental note to look for one just in case. The trespassing woman had been able to run off before he could end her — those wounds, though. It would be a surprise if they withstood that kind of damage without aid. More importantly — what was the point of this boast? Kigipigak told himself often he did not care what Valmua thought; he did not find entertainment in her presence, he did not want to breathe the same air as she breathed, and yet...