in the snow shelter a wrapped caribou skin with two days' worth of dried meat would remain.

wolf dreamer had meant it when he spoke of Coyotl's wisdom to @Sorcerer. 

"i have to go," he whispered toward no one at all. "eat this. follow me. if this is your choice, i will see you again. maybe when wilwarin has found a home." 

where the wind would not reach, he scratched a line pointing southeast in the hardpacked floor of the den.