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nivaktuk - Kigipigak - February 22, 2022
The riverside had become a proper camp to the married couple. Kigipigak had spent some time clearing patches along the water's edge for fishing, which he toiled at most mornings, and otherwise patrolled the length of the river so that he could continue to map the layout of his home - their home.
It could be that, now. Knowing that Mahler had left Rivenwood - and either left the surviving forest wolves leaderless, or disbanded entirely - meant that there would be more resources for Kigipigak's family. It also meant the threat of future attacks was diminished, given that the wolves of Ursus would have no reason to target the bypass.
He caught himself thinking about the many opportunities he'd had in life. As he marked a tree, he thought of the days he had spent hunting for Mahler; as he moved on through snow melt, he imagined what it might've been like to align fully with the glacier wolves of Duskfire; but none of it mattered now.
Everything the man did now was to protect Sakhmet and the future they would have together. It was certain now, for him, that this was where he was meant to be.
RE: nivaktuk - T.K. - April 03, 2022
don't need to make this a thread if it's too old for you, can always be just a cameo :)
the riverwater was cold cold cold upon hisher tongue as shehim lapped frigid mouthfuls, sating hisher thirst and restoring the hunger herhis hurting throat had nearly made himher forget. it wasn't until herhis mouth grew numb that shehim lifted hisher eyes colour of dark maple syrup to the other shore, not expecting to see anything besides more trees trees trees-
there was an animal on the other bank. it was big big big, but not as big as bearmoosecat shehe feared most. it was white, like the snow, and ragged looking like roadkill you see up ahead but aren't yet sure what killed it.
the runner dog stepped away from the water, licked hisher whiskers to collect the last drops of it for the journey. when shehe was on ground more solid and less likely to give under hisher meager weight, shehe made hisher muscles ready to do what heshe was bred to.
and run run run.