Sequoia Coast so long, little chapel

The prevailing factor of travel was that it sucked. There was nothing enjoyable about walking from one point to another, at least to Suinnak. He wasn't about to enjoy this adventure. All he knew was that Arktayok Peak was far away from him - and that his paws hurt. And, well, that he was hungry, but that was a constant. Since departing from the Seahawk Valley with Ukiuk, Suinnak had hardly spared his father's ears when it came to letting him know just how disastrous a plan it was to cart him along for the journey. Somehow he had become detached from his aging father's side, leaving the sore boy to his own wanderings. Despite being on his own at this current point, he did not alleviate in his verbalized despair.

The sun was going down - and though the light was bare, he was quick to glare upon what flickering incandescence he could see. Stupid sun! Where are you going? I can't travel in the dark! Come back! But his shouting could not sway the pull of the night, and soon enough he was surrounded by an ever-growing darkness. Because of this - and because he wasn't paying that much attention to his surroundings - Suinnak was unable to see the dark figure of a wolf as it tread ever closer.

Ohhh, where are you Ookie-bear? I'm missing dinner! the boy called out, and his voice reached in to the chilling air. The nasal tone would have fit a demanding child, but hardly suited the four-year-old. He huffed and wheezed as if one more step would be the end of him. OOKIE? GRAMPS WHERE ARE YOU, I'M HUNGRY! H-U-N-G... Something something. Suinnak shouted until he could not shout anymore.