Emberflame Ridge xvi kinignik

While exploring the mountain range (and pointedly avoiding Stjornuati and his kin) Kigipigak had found his way to a thicket of willows. The scent of wolves was there but fading; he found himself lured towards a well used cache that still held some morsels, perhaps filled days ago before the wolves of the willow-wood dispersed. 

He carried the femur of a roe deer between his teeth as he moseyed along the ridge, weaving awkwardly when the bulbous end of the bone became too heavy or awkward for him to lift. From time to time he would let it drag; it carved a nice trench in a patch of loose soil, coming away muddy and ember-clad with leaf litter.

For the time being Kigipigak was content keeping himself entertained, alone. He tried not to let his thoughts stray back to the brother-sister duo, but like anything you tried not to think about, it was all that he could really focus on.