Alpine Lake Orksingolerpok

Ikkalrok slowed when she no longer heard his step behind her. Her mighty head turned to peer behind him, ear twitching—had he found something else? But moments ago, he had not—what had changed? Shaking out her furs, Ikkalrok made to meet him once more until she caught his pointed look. 

A deep scowl settled on her features. They could not stop and make claim to any place until their duty was finished. Besides that, for all the bounty this place offered, it seemed to harbor far more water than it did stone. Were the water to belong to the sea, she might be inclined to think of returning here... but the still water would only serve to train the future cubs, not those that had already held the trade and worked to master it. 

They had more to do. Even Ikkalrok, who desired a distant landscape, would not settle until their work was finished. Winter was some time away, and with the number they did have, they could afford such a life for a time. Her plume flicked, her expression shifting to indifference. Her stormy gazed offered her thoughts: it was not yet time for that.