sleight of hand

@Savik I thought these two could use a thread! Set on the Tunnuyak Path (Limestone Path) Wagnark (west) side kind of between Fairspell Meadow and Otter Creek.

Everything was well and good. Or at least it felt that way. Autumn was rolling in. The air was crisper, cooler, and the world overall was slipping into that smooth transition of shutting down for the winter. The leaves in the trees of the forest were slipping from their natural greens to those shades of yellows and orange as they slowly died and fell to litter the forest floor. Here and there and evergreen would poke through the brilliance of tree flame. They were a proud and strong reminder of what it meant to be a wolf of the Spire and Tartok at that. The strong survived. They were evergreen.

The pups were getting harder to put down for a nap. Thankfully @Aariak had intervened and was watching them so Iqniq could steal away and patrol their borders once more. Iqniq descended the slopes and hopped along a part of the natural stone path that wove in and out of the forest. This particular portion was still wooded. He slipped between the trees and jutting stone. Navigating them had come with some practice, but he was slowly mastering the art of bouldering and found it enjoyable.

Thinking there might be someone who wished to join him in this, Iqniq lifted his head and called for Savik. It'd been a while since he'd seen the wolf around. It was past time the Alpha checked in on the wolf to see how he was fitting in.