Frostfire Ridge iksuktaktuk

Sorry for the wait!

The sound of something familiar, bestial, struck his ears. It was difficult to pinpoint where it came from exactly; the wind screamed and anytime Kigipigak pivoted his head to look around he was pelted with snow, struck across the nose by chunks of falling ice. He did not want to stop or reverse his course but he paused long enough to listen, and after a minute or so thought he heard something struggling.

He bellowed, Is someone out there? While his eyes squinted and he looked to and fro for signs of life. He thought he saw something off of his flank and turned to face it, but it turned out to be a sapling bent at an odd angle because of the weather. He grasped this and tugged at it, and it sprang upright for the time being.

Kigipigak turned again, this time to wedge himself against the sapling and partially hide beneath the weighted boughs of an older tree, then called again: If someone is there, call out!