December 10, 2016, 12:03 PM
(This post was last modified: December 10, 2016, 01:13 PM by Silaluk.)
19 degrees, scattered snow showers.
Silaluk moved with @Anuniaq, @Tugar, @Aklark, and a stray girl who she called Kadluk (@Thyri). The youngest that followed would survive if she was strong enough, but Silaluk had no qualms in her accompanying them so long as she did not get in the way. Thus far, the girl had done fine in this. It was in the previous territory, some many miles out, she had heard the cry of her brother, Sikuaq. She stilled for a moment, her ears erect and her body rigid as she listened again for it, unsure if it was the wind that cried. It came again, and Silaluk was certain, now. Her own head threw backward as she howled: Here I am, so he would know, now, he was found.
It was her own littermate that had followed her. Though often the cubs would separate and go their own way, Silaluk and Sikuaq had long ago established their own hierarchy together that would last no matter the distance. Snow began to fall as they moved from the Floodlands to the Plateau. The trail of their prey fortunately went this way. Silaluk wondered if her brother had come alone, or with others. Rarely did wolves go alone for the sake of accountability. One nearly always had their battle-buddy, though wolves more trusted were permitted to go their own way. It was advised to not—they could, as any wolf, perish alone. They were strongest together, but they were hardier than most even when independent.
Her wolves would surely soon establish their own pecking order. It seemed there was a tentative one in place, but this was always a shifting thing. The one certain thing was that among them, Silaluk was the head bitch; she was strong, and certain, and unafraid to throw her weight when necessary.
They traveled longer; the snow had stopped, but there in the distance was the wolf that had called to her. She was swift in closing the distance with her fellows, her tail high and her glacial eyes alight, pleased to see him.
It was her own littermate that had followed her. Though often the cubs would separate and go their own way, Silaluk and Sikuaq had long ago established their own hierarchy together that would last no matter the distance. Snow began to fall as they moved from the Floodlands to the Plateau. The trail of their prey fortunately went this way. Silaluk wondered if her brother had come alone, or with others. Rarely did wolves go alone for the sake of accountability. One nearly always had their battle-buddy, though wolves more trusted were permitted to go their own way. It was advised to not—they could, as any wolf, perish alone. They were strongest together, but they were hardier than most even when independent.
Her wolves would surely soon establish their own pecking order. It seemed there was a tentative one in place, but this was always a shifting thing. The one certain thing was that among them, Silaluk was the head bitch; she was strong, and certain, and unafraid to throw her weight when necessary.
They traveled longer; the snow had stopped, but there in the distance was the wolf that had called to her. She was swift in closing the distance with her fellows, her tail high and her glacial eyes alight, pleased to see him.
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