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It seemed visiting his homeland had become a yearly tradition for the Teekon-born boy. However, he had returned to Tonravik in increasing frequency with nothing to show for his endeavours and disgrace had come to sour what little reputation he had. He could feel his mother's judgement every time he passed her, and had noticeable nicks and scars from both her and other packmates to prove his shame. Now, with the newest litter's birth, the extra weight of the pack had been shed, and that included Anuniaq.

Fortunately, fate aligned and word had spread that a beastly woman from the north sought to forge her own path in the Wilds. Eagerly, the boy offered himself to her cause, if only to prove to his mother he wasn't entirely a lost cause.

The journey had been arduous and not without challenge, but the group arrived no worse for wear. They were soldiers, after all. They trailed a shoreline Anuniaq was not familiar with, his heart longing for the mountains in the far distance. The ocean had kept them to their path, however, and was the best route of travel. Yet that didn't mean he had to like it. A frown settling upon his brutish features, Anuniaq trailed a ways behind Ikkalrok with his head bowed to the sand, combing over places she had already inspected, ever on the lookout for morsels and scraps of food. If anything, his hunger was still his most persistent trait.