Nimbus Summit dominant species

attn: @Kaertok but open! vibes

In the heat of the day, near the top of the Summit, Kuasak rested beside a jutting peak that offered her shade. The altitude certainly helped, but Kuasak yearned for the chill of snow. By nightfall, Kuasak roused and rose slowly. Her pale furs afforded her body a cooler temperature than Kavrak's own, though their thick furs did little by way of assisting them. Kuasak lumbered toward a ledge that would give her a view of the world beyond, her eyes finding in the far distance a mountain range. Though it was difficult to tell past the rolling clouds and mist alike, Kuasak swore she saw white.

Do they know each other? lol.

Though he had been born upon a mountain and lived on one for the majority of his life, Kaertok had never preferred them over any other landform. They had their merits, he knew, but he didn't feel as strongly about the towering rocks as his littermate seemed to. Still, this was not his decision to make, and he was only along for the ride, so he had gone to investigate like a good Anneriwok should.

He spotted a figure not immediately recognizable and approached with caution, ready to make a break for it should things go sour. While he wasn't opposed to fighting, Malrok hardly sought it out.

The sound of anothers approach caused Kuasak to turn the whole of her body around. She took some measured steps forward and off of the precipice she had stood upon when the other wolf could at last be seen. It took Kuasak a moment to remember him, but it was more from his eyes and his scent than it was anything else. His were particularly vibrant, brighter than Kavrak's own... and his scent, well, Kuasak never forgot a scent. Her tail waved in loose, welcoming arcs and she chuffed, moving to approach him and investigate the new myriad of scents he surely would have collected (as surely as she, herself, had). Though Kuasak could be cold, she was not terribly so when around her kith and kin.

The look of recognition on her face was all he needed to jog his memory, and his stance went from cautious to joyous. His bright eyes lit up at the sight of her, and he wagged his tail in a friendly manner. They had met sometime back, and though he couldn't remember the exact details, he did believe she had come here for the new branch of Tartok. He mirrored her intentions, letting his nose do most of the work of picking up all the new smells she had acquired on her travels.

"How have you been?" he asked. A simple, direct, and hopefully easy-to-answer question.

Neither of them snapped the other away as they investigated the others (previous) whereabouts. He and Anuniaq had traversed what smelled like nearly the same path as she and her sister, and had not met too many others. His question, as it translates, warrants a slow blink and then a response: Ônartok, she admitted. kâpark. She licks her jowls. She is certain he may be at least one of those two things. In English, as this is what his inquiry had come to her in, Kuasak informs: there is a herd to the west. With an ill doe, Her ears twitch. After they all got some (earned) rest, she hoped that this would be a topic they would visit again.

She slipped into their other language with ease, and Kaertok listened. He tended to use the two interchangeably without giving much thought as to who he was talking to or whether or not they would understand. Some words were better suited for certain situations, so he would use those when he felt like it. Sometimes, English was the obvious choice. Conversations like this one felt more English than their other, lesser-known language.

Hot and hungry were two words he understood loud and clear. Although his coat, like hers, was white, he still felt the heat of the sun all day and the warmth of the air at night. He had taken to lurking in the shadows during the day and only coming out when he absolutely needed to. The cloak of night was a welcome respite. The news of the deer and sickly doe was good news. It meant that they might be able to find food soon and solve their "hungry" problem a little better. Presently, they didn't have any stock of food laying around as they might if they had established themselves.

"Kavrak is well, too?" he inquired. The two had been traveling together, much like himself and Anuniaq had.

Kuasak nodded to his inquiry, her eyes looking beyond him again as he spoke her sisters name. Kavrak was near, though perhaps she had descended to investigate the mountain they currently loitered upon. She was not so thoughtful as he to think of asking of Anuniaq, though she knew, instinctively, that he must be well—she had smelled him upon Kaertok, and when one lost a leader there was a brief time of chaos in establishing what was next to come. There was peace between them all. I have not seen any adlait, she informed, wondering if he had. She wondered what the wolves here were like; she could not recall if Kaertok had ever spoken of them. 

Adlait—Strangers

Keartok was, compared to his brethren, talkative. His connection with Anuniaq was stronger, so he felt less compelled to speak around his brother, but he didn't feel the same way about the rest of the Tartok and Anneriwok. He had never been as good at reading them as the others had been. Words were, in his opinion, plenty useful.

"Me either," Sungiwok replied. "Should we locate the doe?" he asked, head tilting at his comrade.