Writing this blog is reminding me of how much fun it is to just page through the dictionary, looking things up more or less at random.
Page 8, Paragraph 7:
My people stand around the hole, switching their weight from one foot to the other, wanting to go away from here, wanting to continue with their journey [?] walking around the edge of the world from winter to winter, finding porcupines [hedgehogs?] and pigs and edible roots.