Blackfoot Forest silaqqiqtuq

The shaman had learned to follow Taggak long ago. The bird had carried the young wolf across numerous terrains to show him the way to things beyond. Sos believed that he owed the bird his life, for he had seen the dark-winged creature warn him of many dangers in their travels. Taggak had also taken the two-toned bear on a journey to magnificent sights. The two beasts had watched the dance of northern lights from high perches and jagged peaks. Without the aid of his companion, Sos’ lifetime would have been much shorter and uneventful. Their bond would not be frayed or torn; the shaman believed that it could only be strengthened over time.
 
Trotting beneath the shadow of the raven, Sos made his way through the dark portion of the wood and into a clearing where sunlight dappled the ground in a shimmering golden glow. Fel eyes drifted upward to a shape that shifted slightly between the trunks of the trees. The shaman stilled his movement and paused in the shadows. He canted his head just slightly so that he might see with some better clarity. Taggak circled before landing in the branches overhead. A single caw from the bird let Sos know that the movement up ahead was from a wolf.
 
Moving toward the stranger, Sos drew his crown upward and chuffed out a greeting in his native tongue, “aluu.”