Duskfire Glacier autumns hunt

The touch of her against his shoulder was familiar. He lingered in the moment where her scent was still fresh at his side and the frigid wind accompanied it from over the glacier. It only ever lasted a second or two, but Sos reveled in it and felt that it was powerful. He often wondered if this was because of how close he was to Tunerk, or if he could feel it in his interactions with others - those outside their realm of existence. He had discovered that his bond with the wolves in his family was a strong one. Even still, there were days that he felt a longing to return to the forest so that he might check on his father. The young bear had never met him, but he knew that they shared something primal and he wanted to know it as well as he knew the shared blood of his other family members. There was something to be said for that kind of a bond.

The bear’s ears swiveled atop his crown as Tunerk made mention that she would catch Taggak one day. Sos narrowed his eyes at her slowly, holding his expression with the hint of a smile on the ink of his lips before he turned his attention back to his familiar in the sky. “He is quick. You will have to be quicker,” he instructed her with something of an encouragement behind his words. Sos knew that he had to trust Taggak to fend for himself, or he did not have a good bond with the dark-winged creature. Trust was paramount to any substantial relationship, he was learning. He trusted Tunerk and he trusted their mother, as well as their other family members within the pack.

It was then that the subject changed to the premise of a hunt. Sos was quick to pull his attention from the bird and focus his sights back on the pallid young girl. “No, nothing yet. I thought I could smell rabbit, but that left with the wind,” Sos replied to her in a tone that was soft, but not disappointed. They were still young to be able to hunt on their own. The thought was exhilarating for him, but he knew that it would take time before they became proficient. Even then, Tunerk seemed to have found a nose for tracking; she had excelled past him in that regard. Sos’ talents were a little strange in comparison. He was quick to know when the skies would flood with grey storm clouds, and he could feel the wind before it swept across their glacial claim. He was a shaman of the earth and she was a formidable hunter in the making. They would surely make a formidable duo.