Dawnlark Plains apijuq

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title: snow

There is a certain peace that only snow can bring. A calm and quiet that covers the land. Absorbing all sound, invoking an atmosphere of serenity and tranquility. It was the season of hibernation after all, Sela acknowledged mentally. He glided through the edge of the trees, experienced at hunting over snow, Sela searched thoroughly for any trace of prey. His snout hovered, inches of the ground, chilled from its proximity to the frozen water.

@Keyni had been right. He was used to these woods being full of game. They had travelled much farther than he thought they would have to to find the small traces they had found. But, it wasn’t anything large. There were a few hares, a family of raccoons, and even a badger. But nothing big. Coming to a stop, Sela turned to his companion, ”Well, we’ll have to settle for a small thing or two.” It wasn’t much but it was something.

Indeed, as the countless white snowflakes fell, an almost otherworldly, peaceful silence blanketed the land. The Tundrian knew it well. She had experienced it many times before. It was in such a time, that the whole world was still, holding it's breath. And that in it, in it's vastness, were just the two wolves. 

While it saddened her not to see the great herds of elk and caribou that usually populated this land, another part of her welcomed the peace. The season had her energy turned up high. The cold weather and the chilled flakes falling on her coat excited her. For a moment, she almost wanted to turn to her companion and encourage him to run with her, gleefully in the snow.

"Anything is better than nothing." She murmured her agreement. "A little extra food will serve them well when it comes time for them to leave." With her coat peppered in snow, Keyni busily searched, trying to pick up a scent trail. She had better luck when she came across two sets of tracks, leading down a gentle hill. "There. Let's see where those lead."

With their place among the wolves of the glacier settled, at least for a while, Kigipigak felt more at-ease. He left @Sakhmet among his kinfolk there; she could rest, meet with Lane, learn of the people. It was his joy to see her interact with those of the north and be made one with the customs.

While she was there, he roamed. The valley camp had been a place of certain fascination to the hunter; but as he passed through it again, he found the scent markings of someone he did not expect — the Tartok elder, Tulimaq — and in a fit of sudden rage, ranged further afield.

He crossed the plains now, having expended much of his energy in doing so. It would be better to speak to his wife about this man, to let his feelings be known, but Kigipigak was taught to hold such things within. He was afraid, but he could not show such weakness to his new wife and hope to keep her.

With his mind buzzing, Kigipigak almost did not notice the pair of wolves further along, standing in the snow. He only noticed them when the more darkly marked creature, a woman, began to move along the hillside.

A boof carried across the air to them both as Kigipigak drew nearer; he thought he recognized one, but not the other. If they hoped to hunt in this desolate place, they would need help.

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