Duskfire Glacier pilukak

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Just gonna squeeze myself in here, heh.

Since finding the glacier and settling into its embrace, she had not left. It reminded her of home, of the life that she had left behind in order to chase after a dream. She did not regret her decision, not anymore, for she was alone no longer. With her was a distant relative, a wise elder whose existence lifted the yearling’s spirits, and two others—siblings—that spoke in the tongue of the Inuit; neither of them was of Inuit descent, however, which was something that she tried ever so desperately to look passed. Their origin no longer meant much to her, for they were able to exchange words with ease and understand one another in full. For this, she was glad, though she certainly would have preferred to have more Inuit at her side in exchange for the outsiders.

As the sun began to sink below the horizon, Chulyin set out from her chosen resting place in order to give the glacier a final once over before turning in for the night. As she distanced herself from her previous location and neared the outskirts of the territory, the wind carried to her ears the sound of voices, neither of which belonging to wolves that she knew. With a narrowed gaze, she trudged across the land until the pair was spotted, appearing to be engaged in a conversation. Without even a moment of hesitation, she called out to them. “Kinauven?” she asked, volume rising above the wind. There was a certain edge to her voice, almost foreboding, as she regarded the both of them with thinly veiled confusion and curiosity.

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