Wheeling Gull Isle takpiksuk

Before long he discovered that there were others here. The salt in the air had hidden much from Kilgitsuk, but now there was a man standing upon the beach with him - and the faint aroma of someone else too, but his focus was upon the man for now, and he dismissed the additional scents (beast and preyblood) readily. This place, wherever it was, seemed an ideal place to hide out; so it made sense the man would not exist alone here.

The hunter cleared his throat and then answered, I'm not sure. Which wasn't a great answer. Kilgitsuk smiled, a little bashful but hardly his usual boisterous self. I've been wandering a while. I am called Kilgitsuk, and I am a hunter. The other man probably didn't care; or at the very least, could see the many scars that marked his body.

I... had not meant to come this far, but it seems the sea has swallowed the path. If it is no trouble, may I stay here? At least until I may travel again. I can hunt and fish for you, as trade. Perhaps he would be welcome? Judging by the look of the other man, and the vague scent of a woman upon the air, Kilgitsuk held many doubts.