Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

Processing the kill took longer than it should have probably, given the inexperience of both hunters with the tasks involved. While Lane could get by for the chase-and-kill part of hunting with just some base-level skills and a lot of instinct, the processing of the meat and hide was a more complex operation. This had not been a responsibility of hers growing up, as an apprentice healer. It would be likewise for Kigipigak, if the village of his birth was anything like the one Kukutux led: the processing of furs and meats was work typically completed in the women's circles, not the men's. 

As a ranger, Lane was far more used to eating what she wanted from a kill and then moving on. Stripping the carcass of meat for portability purposes was new for her. She followed Kigipigak's lead, doing her best to emulate him and produce similarly thick strips of flesh. When their tasks were complete and the boon of the hunt was fully prepared for transport, Lane would assist Kigipigak in carrying their dividends back to camp to be stored. 

She would very much look forward to admiring the ivory pelt when Kukutux was finished with it; not only would it remind her of that blizzard-day when her path first crossed with Kigipigak's, but it would also remind her of this day that they had been reunited. The pelt even had the same sheen as the moon on the night they hunted pigs, come to think of it... 

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