Stavanger Bay mispronunciation

She carried with her now two things.

A caribou pelt draped along her shoulders and the scent of Kigipigak. Two things she cherished very much in the silent moments of dawn.

She had allowed @Kigipigak to rest if he so wished, but informed him fully that she would only be a call away and he was welcomed if he wished. She adventured the bay, followed a frozen creek surrounded by trees down into a grassy field. Although the field did not reach forever. It eventually melted away into sandy shores that took beatings from the harsh winter sea.

Somehow this place had everything.

Trees, fresh water, salt water. Grassy knolls and sandy stretches.

How far different from the plateau it was.

She wondered what Kigipigak would think of here. She wondered if he missed the village he had pledged to in her absence. She wondered about him, even when he was surely not far.