Wolf RPG - TukKavik

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Tagging for reference—you guys don’t have to join if you don’t want to! Anyone is welcome to pop into this thread. Backdated to March 4th.

For days the group had traveled, with Chulyin often wandering ahead and then circling back to continue with the others. Frequently, they stopped for @Negiliq, whose well-aged body often made the yearling feel towards her a great deal of concern. Having yet to meet the Apaata whose settlement in the south had drawn her away from home, the elder was the only family that she had at her side, and so she was reluctant to travel for long intervals of time. When rushed along, she had made many excuses in order to encourage everyone to rest, knowing that, in the long run, it would be better for them all. The girl was eager, and terribly so, to reach the glacier, but both the safety of the others and her own took priority over their arrival. Thus, it was a slow trek to their new home, but the wait had been worth it.

After hiking far enough up that a beautiful view was given to them, she looked first at her relative and then at @Lapis and his sister, checking to see if they might be admiring the view, too. Wanting to explore more of the area, she told the others, “PilukattailiKattagit,” for she knew not what other predators might be lurking. Thereafter, she began moving away from them, heading up towards more elevated levels. Whether they followed or not, she hardly glanced back to check, far more interested in discovering all that awaited her.

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He’d thought the disbandment might be good to give him a chance to stretch his legs. He spent most of his life on the mountain, his family spent generation after generation on the mountain, only to eventually be forced out by the gentrification of the forestation. It became dangerous to live there with the frequent visits of humans, both in person and by vehicle, and enough of their own have been killed by result. The few that remained, however, all traveled in different directions rather than stay together. Coq didn’t have a problem with that.

Until now.

While a little worse for wear his skill and experience has managed to get him this far. He has thinned out a little, enough for him to noticed, but hasn’t slowed down too much. The glacier, however, has managed to put a toll on his aging joints. He isn’t too old, but he doesn’t have a spry youth on his side anymore but he’s comfortable in the snow and ice and the glacier is no different. The winters to the north have made him callous enough that an occasional fall is expected, especially when he doesn’t know the area well, and a moving blip of white catches him off guard. Coq manages to keep upright but he can’t hide the slip of his back paws that nearly wipes him out. After straightening out his struggle and smoothing out his posture, he moves a few feet in the direction of the other wolf in curiosity.