Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

The first time they had met, the snow was so thick that they could not see one-another. The memory of it had almost entirely faded for Kigipigak; he had not seen Lane well at the time and barely heard her calling during the storm, and yet they had found safety because of one-another.

It does look weak, Kigipigak agreed. Lane watched the creature a moment longer before speaking of its blood, and the disease. It was a sickness that had affected much of the herd and would make for easy hunting to the wolves.

It is weak and so it should be culled, he voiced with some authority, remembering the lesson from his childhood. Let us hunt it, Apiruk! Being cheeky now, calling her snow-covered as an homage to their first meeting, and grinning to her.

We will bring its meat to your village, and I will ask Kukutux if the white hide can be preserved. Then when you see it, you can think of our first storm!