Whitewater Gorge tulaktuk ‡

his laughter was persuasive. and she remember the bloat of seal bile upon her nose as well. it was best frozen, else the musk would carry forth on one's tongue for a long while. "mamagik malitjuagak!" the wife chuckled. a horribly bitter brew of chewed green things from the cold beach, mosses and lichens, it was intended to drive out the sickness from a child very quickly. 

a sigh, a comfortable roll of her shoulders. perhaps their time would come to a close soon, but kukutux held a seed of happiness in her heart for these moments. "kiggavik," the duck said softly, giving kigipigak a fond-name at once —

had the trader returned to speak with her?

an intake of breath, lashes fluttering. "kauvuk katimak. anittâ!"