Blacktail Deer Plateau pasiaktuk

The blizzard had been a formative moment for Kigipigak. He hadn't known it at the time, but the way the snow purged the landscape of life, and then melted away to reveal new greenery, was very much a transitional point for his own life. Done away with Greymoor and unbound at the time, Kigipigak had found his way to greener pastures — had he not survived that week of white-out conditions, he would not have the opportunities he now held so dear.

Yes! I did not realize, clearly he had forgotten their first meeting. That did not matter; they were both here now, having survived - and in Lane's case, thrived. The man laughed again, amused by the way Lane spoke so openly.

I do not blame you, my name can be a mouthful. The people of these southlands often struggle -- I am Kigipigak. The woman, she is Sakhmet. In thinking of her, Kigipigak softened. We have a growing number, I suspect our village to be founded soon! Granted that the majority of their adults were half-there, and the rest were children trying their best to scatter in the wind like dandelion seeds.

How are things with you and your village? He could not remember the name of it, had she shared it before. Only that she had been quite pregnant during their hunt and now, although bulky, not quite so solid. You are looking strong! I suppose the pig meat helped.