Swiftcurrent Creek sagvagiksuk

On the northern limits of SC.

He had left Moonglow. It had not been a choice that Kigipigak actively made, only one of circumstance; he knew his family remained there, what was left of them, and yet he found his work split him away from the village and further each day. He'd tracked different things at first - sometimes wolves, or coyotes which came close to the mountain - often deer, which inevitably led him to the northlands where once he lived.

Natigvik was no more. It might persist in the heart of those that knew it, but to Kigipigak it was truly gone. His hunting led him to the old abandoned ulax that Kukutux had built for their shared hunting; then to the riverside, briefly, before Kigipigak turned his attention towards the south.
For three days the snows kept his pace subdued. Once in the new year, the weather shifted to ice-rain and he could move a bit more easily.

It was marginally warmer in the south. Nothing about this space was familiar; except the smell of the water, and the sight of ice creeping over the lazier parts of the river. Kigipigak was reminded sorely of Natigvik and lingered out of nostalgia, letting himself feel sorrow without his wife or children there to witness it. The fall of the village had made him feel like such a failure! Less of a man, less of a warrior than anything.

He could not go back and face them now.