First, he stumbled on Blacktail Plateau, a woodland heavy with the scent of the deer herds that made his mouth water. Amaguq was visibly skinnier than he was on the other side of The Wall, and even his fur had lost its exuberance. Sure the arrival of Spring also triggered the shedding, but he knew malnourishment was the cause of his dull coat.

Without thinking, he set on the trail of the nearest herd: he found it, an hour later, wandering the outskirts of the Plateau. His gaze was quick to pick one of the adolescent's bucks: they were smaller, more reckless. More tender.

The approach was a combination of swift, fast movements with moments of total stillness.

Crouch. Left paw, right paw;

Halt: the deer's ear twisted.

Breathe the air out of the lungs... slowly. Swift steps: one, two, three, four...

Halt: don't move, don't breathe - the deer's wide eyes turned to the bushes. What's that white thing? Snow... maybe...?

Approach. A few more steps. The wolf can feel the scent, can feel the taste!

The wind changes direction. Halt! Deer's nose starts twitching. Adrenaline spikes up.

The wolf lunges himself towards his prey with a leap. The chase is on!

The herd ran erratically, every deer for itself, but Amaguq remained focused on his target. He held onto the belief that success was in his reach and his slim body, fueled with adrenaline, chase down the buck, light and swift as a plume, easily coping with the deer's sudden changes of direction, zigzagging between trees, and any other obstacle between Amaguq and his prey.

And after some time, Amaguq finally had the beast in his reach: the wolf aimed a mouth full of fangs to the deer's groin... Only to be shoved off with ease. His jaws had faltered, the grip wasn't enough, and all they left on the terrified prey was a couple of bloody scratches.
With that, Amaguq realized that the hunt would not reward him: not this time. So he quitted the pursuit and left the deer to cross the nearby river in a very ostentatious and inelegant manner. 

The wolf's golden eye rested upon the river waters. He crouched for a moment to quench his thirst, and the rapid movement of whitefishes, rushing underwater right under his nose, readily picked up his interest.

He tried, even though he was used to hunting the land beasts. Fishing required a certain set of skills that he obviously lacked, like patience and timing. So he failed miserably. Once the frustration and despair kicked in, and the wolf started mouthing the waters blindly, he even managed to snatch small rocks from the riverbed. But no fish.

Amaguq's ears were quick to find the source of the barks. His eye took a little longer. A male wolf was fishing nearby and thought to give him a fishing lesson. The white wolf felt a little embarrassed but approached the fisherman for a closer look. There was no way he could hide his inexperience in fishing.

And if you don't know it, you better learn it. The more tools you have to survive this world, the better!

As a wolf from the Northern Lands, Amaguq was used to see white wolves, cream-colored ones at best, since they're the coats that best camouflage in the never-ending winter. Seeing a wolf with tones of brown and grey in his fur was... invigorating! He loves the North with all his heart, but the more he heads South, the more his eye gets to rest from the blinding white and finally gets to know the colors of the world.

As he closed in on the stranger, Amaguq was further surprised: from afar, that wolf's movements and his carefree vibe made Amaguq believe he was but a pup who had barely completed his first year. Only when he got close enough had he realized that the fisherman was older. Not as old as Amaguq... Maybe three-years-old?

"Greetings, traveler!" His plumed tail waved in a greet. Amaguq hasn't seen another wolf in a long time: the only thing that was hiding his excitement was the fact that he was hungry and tired: but his golden eye gleamed with joy!
He then focused on the fisherman's submerged paw, curious to see how it would snatch a fish.

A whitefish was tossed at his paws. He looked at the fish, then at the wolf, and his eye said it all: is this really for me?!

His tail started wagging vigorously. He was grateful to the fisherman but seeing him catching one of those slippery bastards so effortlessly was what rendered Amaguq!

"That was awesome! You make it look like pup's play!" His gaze dropped to the fish. Amaguq had never been this close to one in his entire life.

He sniffed the fish, without knowing very well where to bite. It looked so delicate...
But then, his stomach reminded him of how much hungry he was: before he knows it, he had already half of the fish inside of his mouth, his fangs smashing it and forcing it down the wolf's throat. 
The feeling of the scales brushing against Amaguq's tongue was quite odd, but nothing compared with the sting of the fish's spine in his gums. Other than that, the meat was delicious!

"Amazing! I had never tasted anything like it! Thank you, friend!" He commented while licking his muzzle. "You know, from where I'm from, wolves generally prey on ox and hares or scavenge for leftovers left by polar bears. Fish is abundant, but the waters are so cold that if you were to dip your paw like that, it would turn into an ice cube!"

Amaguq wasn't surprised by the young wolf's ignorance. Only those who've walked the Northern Lands know about its creatures.
"I'll tell you about them, though it'll be your mind to draw their final picture. Polar bears are the biggest carnivores to walk the earth! They are... bears, just like the ones you may find here; only bigger, more aggressive, and covered by white fur. Their appetites are so voracious only the creatures of the sea can sate their hunger. And I do not speak of fish: I speak of sea mammals, huge animals full of blood and fat! The ice turns red every time they hunt!" He couldn't help but feel nostalgic as he spoke. "They are the apex of the North, the kings of that icy wasteland! We are to them what the foxes are to us wolves: small and insignificant." He paused, moving towards the river: he would gladly eat more fish. Why not giving it a try? He dipped his paw in the running water. "And the ox is a very peculiar beast." He tried to look focused on the river waters when actually his mind was busy looking for a reference he could use to describe the creature. "An ox is like... a bison. Smaller, with longer fur, bigger horns, and... their testicles smell like perfume!" He bit his tongue. It was the first word that came to mind to describe the scent of a muskox bull. Hard to believe, he knows. He didn't believe it at first when his cousin told him.
He remembers the first time he participated in an ox hunt: he was starving, but the first thing he did when the beast fell was to sniff its groin.
Good times...

Then, Amaguq's submerged toes began tickling. In a reflex, he pulled his paw out of the water. He almost snatched the fish! "Man, I can't believe it! Is this how it is?!" He turned his gleaming eye to Dash. "These fish must have a death wish! That slippery bastard was sucking my toes!" He laughed and then dipped his paw again. "Ah, next time, I get one!"