The Heartwood ivaqlia

He spent hours heading north through the Neverwinter, then doubled back as he had told Callyope. He went as far as the gorge to the east and followed the waterway, calling every few minutes at first for Nutuyikruk or Ariadne, until his voice was hoarse; and then, as the hours ticked by, he came to the spacious forest of birch trees, hoping to make a camp there or at the very least to pick up a trail.

So far there had been nothing. No sign of his ex-wife or the man whose scent wreathed the Neverwinter; and no sign of the child. Kigipigak was thankful for the summer sun which had yet to descend despite the hour, and hoped to use this extra sunlight to find something.

Nutuyikruk! He shouted, his voice like gravel but he wouldn't stop.
Daughter! Are you out here?