Porcupine Ridge xiii pana kimigaak

Together they crossed the plains; a rain fell and obscured their path across, blending their scents with the wintertide as it gusted from the north. Kigipigak roamed ahead in to the grey and gave chase to a weasel creature caught in the haze but upon reuniting with @Chanel he had nothing to show for the effort.

From there the pair found their way to the mountain range. Kigipigak led the way and made sure to veer far from the river tribe's limits, not wanting to meet the surly homunculi that patrolled there. It was easy enough to find a path among the foothills, easier still when the icy rain ceased.

The harrowing ridge—kinagluk—would be best traveled in the dawnlight; so they were to make camp for the night beneath a henge wall. It was a clear night but a cold one; Kigipigak settled for a few minutes and watched as the sky deepend and the stars became more obvious, smiling up at them.

We make good time, he comments. We should find my friends soon, they are not far from here.