September 28, 2021, 05:32 PM
deersight hills
Kigipigak roamed near the southern edge of the great lake. His pelt dripping and slick against his body, no longer as yellow from his earlier work, but not entirely clean either. His limbs had quickly gathered darker points as he hiked towards the hills, turning his path muddy as he roamed. He had no reason to scout through these hills, except the desire to break up the monotony of his daily patrols. Overhead swarmed some cloud cover; rain was on the way, not that he would be deterred.