Totoka River talgaktuk

Kigipigak was more than happy to talk of himself. Stories were one way that his people kept themselves united, which wasn't so strange, as other northern families did this too - and others, most likely. The oral tradition was something he was well built for.

This was true also for the physicality that Sakhmet displayed; she sought to grab at him and toss him in a snowbank, which had Kigipigak laughing as he romped. He feigned weakness so that she could handle him better, forcing him towards a trough of deep snow, and then at the last moment he snared her with a limb of his own, and down they went together.

The rough manner of Sakhmet's comraderie brought out the mirthful boy locked within Kigipigak, that which he thought he'd outgrown with her absence. As he emerged from the snow with a hearty laugh he then plunged towards her, kicking up white flakes which so closely matched the rest of his pale coat.

She was an easy target for her own darkness, but was smaller and much more crafty, able to snake around his larger figure in a way that left him envious; Kigipigak's laughter boomed up through the trees.