Entering their house, Port Hawkesbury, carrying the sleeping Pictou in her arms, and Stellarton shut the door behind themselves. As Stellarton locked the door, Port Hawkesbury set Pictou down on the floor. Pictou woke up, opening his eyes, and he began to crawl around instantly. While he crawled about, Pictou scanned around himself, and sniffed the air, the floor, and various other objects – like the leg of a table, and a seagrass basket filled with forest berries.
Port Hawkesbury approached Pictou and stroked him very affectionately. “My name’s Port Hawkesbury. I’m your mother,” she introduced herself in French. Pictou understood, and he sniffed her feet.