Noctisardor Bypass schwarzemünze

That Stigmata vas, voiced the other man, his voice warmer than Kigipigak had ever heard it, but just for that beat. He fell silent in the next breath and was distracted by something other on his periphery. Kigipigak eyed him with the same cautious scrutiny he gave to the elders of his village; as the man moved away and his body assumed the prowling posture of a hunter, Kigipigak found his mind trailing to thoughts of his dead father.

Not of the stories nor even the memory of the man's death, but to the man himself, which surprised him. How long until Mahler began to deteriorate? He was older than the others here but he had his mind, and was still hale of health.

Kigipigak banished those treasonous thoughts from himself readily, then picked up the pace to follow after the shadow. He could test this man's mettle during the hunt and know for certain how capable Mahler currently was.