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Kigipigak had heard tales of such creatures as this lion, and had at from time to time dined upon the fatty seal, so hearing the man speak of these things drew parallels he was not anticipating. He was not so different from the wolves of the north after all, this Aiolos.

I would enjoy that. My people harbor great pride when it comes to battle and hunting. Especially so in times of peace, a good hunt is the perfect way to prove one's strengths! All that Kigipigak had wanted, once upon a time, was to be immortalized in to stories the way his ancestors had been; it was not something he carried openly now, as an adult, but he grinned and fawned over the idea beside Aiolos.

Before he could go on speaking, something dark and fast shot across the path of both wolves and away, startled by their presence; it had a musky odor and left a deep impression in the soil where it scrambled, whatever the thing was.