Blacktail Deer Plateau tuviatchiak

There were many places for him to explore. The trail leading them here had worn him out, not that he'd admit this to the girl, but when Sakhmet introduced him to her sheltering place he was eager to see it.

There was a tattered skin on the ground there, which she took up residence upon. There was ample room for his own bulky self but in the moment Kigipigak did not feel comfortable invading her space; he was conflicted, not sure of which avenue of action to go down. She had invited him to inspect the hollow and so he sniffed at the edge of shadow, eyeing the hide that had not been properly maintained.

I know someone who can make these, he offered as a piece of casual conversation, settling to his haunches, then his belly, just outside. Someday he would track down Kukutux and see about trading for a new hide, as a gift to Sakhmet; for now he thought only of making the girl comfortable.

Your plateau is a good place to make home. The cliffs to the mountain are steep, so you need not worry over strangers appearing from the north or east. Kigipigak thought so, anyway. He wasn't much of a tactician - or evidently a conversationalist - but he hoped only to compliment the girl on her choice, to make her feel good about it.