(© 1998 Donald R Ricker)
Toward spring food runs short...She must soak skins, remove the hair and boil them to eat! The days get longer, the sun gets warmer, and migratory birds begin to return. One day, lonely and worried, she climbs to the roof and sits facing the coastline under the warming sun. She cries for the loss of her husband and the hunger of her children. AI AI ... AANAQ! Between sobs, she thinks that she has heard as faint voice, addressing her! AI! What is it you say?