Snowforest Taiga it's hard to miss you when you are always on the tip of my tongue

The boy looked indifferent about the caribou. He did not chase it, did not even ready himself to do so, as Kigipigak drew closer. Instead their focus was upon the roaming pale wolf.

Kigipigak turned his ears to the sound of a chuff, and then his eyes, and saw the boy. He looked lean but tall. In good health for the most part. Perhaps a bit older than the children he had met earlier — which gave doubt to his earlier assumption.

Did you come to watch the herds? He asked of the boy, finally. He watched attentively for a response as that might give Kigipigak more clues of who this boy was, or where he had come from.