Moonspear xii mikigak

Night came while he found his way towards the mountainhome. From the foothills of the southern altar Kigipigak's call had sounded: ilaa-uvlaakun!
He paused to listen then, wondering if @Kukutux would hear and call back, but it was late at the time. In the quiet he heard the sharp notes of bats as they called upon their dinner.

In the morning Kigipigak moved on. He hiked his way to where the scent of the mountain wolves was strongest—noting with some surprise that it crossed with the scents of the glen tribe—and lingered there. To keep himself entertained Kigipigak shook a series of pine saplings and then rolled in the tines that piled below them, hoping to freshen up his coat.

It did little more than add a wintergreen note to it, as well as stain patches green.