Barrow Fields ukiu-pak

Off the boy went, straight at the doe. The creature must have noticed the flash of spontaneous red; or it was the movement of the wolf, the scent of it, that drove her off-course. Kigipigak was already pushing himself in to a run in order to chase after the deer so there was no time to react to the blunder; he pushed himself pell-mell over snow, skidding at a patch of ice and scrambling as he found purchase on the hard-packed earth again. It was now or never — Kigipigak was hot on it's heels but it would be up to Njord to do the rest.