Duskfire Glacier letter to the editor

Open to anyone DFG!

Things were becoming tough, and their trek had only just ended.Their first hunt had been mildly successful and the caches were still loaded with the meat of a mountain goat and her young; but since then, the pack had not been so fortunate. There had been a bear in the western portion of the pack lands - just barely over their border, in fact - but a bear was not a safe meal. It had been adept enough to bring down a roaming fawn and Njal, ever the optimist these days, hoped that the pack could collectively drive the beast away and gather the spoils. No such luck, unfortunately. So, the pack was fed - but not overly fed. The children had some new playthings (a goat hoof for Jokull and Valtyr to wrestle over) but that would only keep them occupied for a short time.

The only other thing on the Alpha's mind were the worrying reports of lynx in the area. Tuwawi had mentioned the lone male before they had departed Swiftcurrent, and Njal had been foolish enough to believe the brief intervention by his wife and her co-conspirator would have driven it away. But recently he'd been finding scat in very obvious places, as if the tom was baiting the wolves that lay claim to the twin peaks. If there was a single cat in the vicinity of the glacier, they would be able to deal with that - but if there were more...

The gray beast sighed a fretful, deep sound. His habit of checking the borders would have to ease now that they were settled. Njal had to adapt to the role of a leader now if the family was to survive. It was hard to pass up the opportunity to get his own paws dirty though; even if he had one hundred lives to spare for a task, it only felt right if he was doing it himself.