Whitebark Stream upon one summer's morning

for a prolonged moment, kivaluk assesses her, trying to make sense of her 'rough n' tumble' attitude; almost surprised that she hadn't taken offense to his snort-to-hide-his-laugh.

his expression turns contemplative then as she gives him the ( very, he assumes ) watered down version of her life thus far. a rough life and as she tells it, the only one she's ever known. though he has known the itch of adventure, having taken his very first one so young, he cannot imagine living any sort of 'rough' life. does it get...lonely? kivaluk inquires, unable to fathom what kind of life that might be like.