He cupped water in his hands, pouring it through Arthur's hair before smoothing it back in slow, languid motions.

"The rivers yet have some kokanee salmon left. I caught two in my traps, but it is getting a little late in the season to expect that kind of luck again."

He wet Arthur's hair again now that he'd combed away any snags and snares with his fingers, and then began to lather the soap in, massaging his scalp and using his nails to ever so lightly scratch.

"It will be time to do ice fishing very soon. I have not done it since I was last at Lake Akan during the winter."