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Head raised confidently to watch the bird, it was not difficult for Kigipigak to hear the call of another. At first he was thrilled to hear the voice and swiftly made anxious, as he listened for familiar notes, and thought suddenly of Sakhmet, and whether she had finally returned to him or not. As the call tapered Kigipigak had to face the obvious fact: this was a man's voice, nothing like the girl he had grown close to in the days before.

The man was distraught for a long but private moment. He did not want to call back to the stranger at first; it felt to Kigipigak that he had been tricked, which was ridiculous, and he knew it was ridiculous, but in that moment he was purely emotional and as a man, unaccustomed to such feeling. This came sharply to him and as it went away he watched the sky again, seeing that the bird had winged off in another direction sometime while he was distracted.

Well, there was little else to do now except depart or call in return. Kigipigak drew a breath and let his deep voice carry through the trees, telling the stranger: I am here in the way that hunters call to the rest of their party. Once finished with his call he began to move again, circling the area where the stranger had called from themselves, trying to rouse his own curiosity to stave away his heartache.