Arrow Lake and he floats outside my prison window

after observing thorn's repetitive actions for longer than he would have cared to admit, stigmata prowled towards the young brute - the jagged, obsidian rock from a land fit only for bears - and he snapped a "greeting" nip against the yearling's hip before wordlessly joining him to the task.

he went first to clave a stiff moose chunk from its source, and then trawled along thorn's beaten path to the designated cache. stigmata dropped the ice block at his paws, and examined the cache before turning to thorn, waiting for him to arrive at his side. "we have a fair bounty here already," he grunted. "we must dig another, further inland."