Raiyuk had been tending to the lodge of his father; this new place that had been built as the survivors massed together. He was still unsure if it had been a flood, or a rockslide, or a sleeping sickness that had caused them all to arrive here — and really, it made no sense how any of those things could transport anyone; also, did it matter how? His mind had been buzzing with such considerations as he'd worked. The lodge was mostly built, and Raiyuk was mindful enough to head further up the brim towards the place where the caribou woman Red Leaf, and her son Ghelan, had chosen for their own.

He did not get too far, though. There was a commotion further up the beach — closer to the sea. Pausing along the tree line, the young man surveyed his surroundings and a gradual frown formed upon his features. He moved hastily towards the tide and the ice resting there, because there was a woman shouting, and she looked to be struggling. As Raiyuk came to her aid he saw a bundle on the ground; sopping wet, pale, canine — Jorma?!

How could he be here? Immediately, Raiyuk moved to help the woman, as she seemed to be trying to wake him, or move him.

Jorma, can you hear me? You must get up! He urged in the pidgin language of Jorma's people, and his own seal hunter people, hoping something would be understood. A frantic look was spared to the woman also, filled not only with concern but with an urgent sort of hope.