Porcupine Ridge x ilukutak

Ravens, a pair, moved overhead in silent arcs towards the vale and that was where Kigipigak lost them. They descended through the mist as if knowing there was something to be found far below, leading the wolf through the spires of stone that littered this ridge. He would not make it down to the vale for some hours; it was a trick by the birds which would have been infuriating had Kigipigak not been in such high spirits.

Kigipigak thought he heard them call to one another distantly and stopped striding a moment. The way the light played across the fog that clung to the trees, he thought there might be a shape there, one of the birds coming back to check on his progress—alas, it was merely a trick of the light. He would find his way. In the meantime Kigipigak would keep himself warm and entertained by thinking of Valmua.

If their plan was to work Kigipigak would need to range far and talk to many. It was not a task for menfolk of any village, he thought; without an elder woman who knew the cubs born in a season how was a pairing to be made? Kigipigak would have to learn. He was learning so much already.