Duskfire Glacier autumns hunt

Taggak never really seemed to mind Tunerk’s playful nature, or the obsessive way that she would stalk him. It was something that had been noticed by the young shaman, but never commented on. Sos was incredibly protective of his sister; he sought only to ensure that she was safe and tended to. The young bear also knew his familiar to be capable of taking care of himself. The bird had managed to escape many things in his life. It was one of the many things that Sos admired about the dark-winged avian. Once, the wolf had been concerned when his companion would fly away. His stress would increase the longer that Taggak was gone. As he had grown, he had found a way to survive on his own and to trust in the capabilities of the raven.

On that day in particular, the young bear was prowling outside of his normal terrain with a slow step and watchful eyes. The fel coloration in his gaze was so contrasting to the dark mask that had formed over his head, that there were times it caused him to appear as a specter. Sos could not see himself, however, and so he continued his trek with his head low and his nostrils flared in hopes of catching the scent of his next meal. Just as he thought he had managed to separate the scent of wolf from that of rabbit, he heard the beating of wings overhead and quickly turned his attention to the dark raven that cawed from up above. Someone was coming; Sos turned around to catch the pale coloration of Tunerk as she moved to close distance between them.

Meeting her with a flagging tail and a soft smile, the boy stopped his pace and turned so that he could face her as she came to him. They had grown a considerable amount in the time it had taken to travel from the forest to the glacier. Their coats had taken on a thicker appearance, as well as having changed color. Tunerk, who was once cloaked in beige and muddled browns, was encased in a pristine shade of snowy white. Sos, who had been a pallid ghost of a child, had found that ink had spilled along his skull and back to grant him a shadowed cape. There were still many changes to come in the next few months, and time could only be kind to them.

“Tunerk, were you hunting Taggak?” the young bear asked of his sister once she had neared him. The smile on his features was knowing and loving, no matter her attempt at his familiar’s life.