Haunted Wood Home is Where the Heart Is

Kigipigak stood in the middle of the woods, the scent of a deer filling his nostrils. He did not know in that moment if he would be successful in finding the lost fawn but in the coming hours the wolf would have a full belly. For now he was keeping himself focused on the scent sample in the near total darkness of the eerie woodland.

He had done all the hard work already: found the last sleeping place of the creature, derived its most likely route, found evidence to support that route in the crushed segments of the forest, and now he tracked the scent.

There did come a new scent too. He could picture tall grass and the muskox he was most familiar with; this scent was similar, with a richer quality. Kigipigak knew the scent of wolf anywhere. The issue he found wasn't the presence of this wolf scent but the way it crossed the fawn path. He would have to decide which trail to pursue.

Feeling as though he had time to pick up the hunting trail later if he so wished, he chose the winding trail leading away from it—prowling after Conquest without knowing how close they actually were.