Ouroboros Spine and some people thrive in chaos

oh, kivaluk says on a heavy and dramatic exhale. it was a let down: that not everyone in moonglow knew kigipigak personally; without much rhyme or reason to this pang of disappointment. true enough though he knew at least of names and faces of those that made of natigvik ( small as it was ), he couldn't say he knew cerne — or even amalia for that matter.

uh-uh. kivaluk responds to the question with a firm shake of his head 'no'. not old enough. which seemed to be the answer he was presented with more and more lately. not big enough, not old enough. it almost wasn't fair.

papa hunts for me and 'kuma. sometimes mama. but more oft than not, it was kigipigak bringing them all sorts of woodland critters to eat. then...i'm scoutin'! kivaluk concludes with a soft wag of his tail. so, perhaps this was more than just a visit: perhaps, he thinks, there were valuable teachings hidden within the guise of being an adventure.