Archer nodded his head, thinking as his friend finished telling their story. He had just returned from a place in the mountains were there was ice over the rivers and snow on the ground. While the small valley high in the mountains was quite a distance away from town, Archer wanted to give his newer and younger tokotas a chance to learn how to ice fish before the winter rolled around and it was a bit more dangerous. Archer thanked his friend and continued on his way, quickly heading for home so he could get his group of toktoas together and pick up a few of his friend’s tokotas for the journey.
Archer arrived back at his house at mid morning, with plenty of time left for the expedition later that day. His friend had provided him with a crudely drawn map, but Archer was familiar with a good portion of the area, and should be able to navigate smoothly. He walked over to the barn and slid open the large door. Archer’s ears were assaulted by a wave of noise as the tokotas began