Redhawk Caldera kavlunak

Kigipigak ranged south instead of following the path to the mountain. It seemed an easier task than moving around the glen tribe with its heavy scents (young as those scents tasted); Kigipigak delved in to the forest for a time.

When he emerged at a thinning place replete with graze lines he held a rabbit by the haunch. Its shoulders twitched, its broken neck rolling. It was a fat and lazy creature plucked from a poorly dug burrow—it must have been young too, or perhaps Kigipigak had been exceptionally lucky.

He was ready to tuck-in for a quick meal when Kigipigak noticed the transitioning angles of the earth; beyond this forest sat a mountain but it wasn't a mountain; one without the usual toothy point. Intrigued by the shape of it, Kigipigak moved closer and found himself perched dangerously upon an imnak and so he began to search for a safe way down.

The rabbit was forgotten, though it bobbed as he walked.