Ouroboros Spine katjanik ⋖

I was hoping we could have a thread. This is the second time I've written this because I lost the first one UGH 

He found himself craving salmon- but figured he ought to wait until the ice had melted before he began fishing for them. With the days getting warmer, he'd lost some confidence in the ice's thickness, and had decided to avoid risking his safety on the lake's surface knowing that at any point, it could give away under his weight. 

He had begun to track a herd of mountain goats that had come to pass through their mountain range, and had spotted several that would make a potential meal- but again, they were slightly out of reach as they kept to the upper altitudes of their mountain range. He would have to wait until they came down to lower pastures before the wolves would have a chance at hunting them. Still- he might call upon Raimo, Sialuk and Lótë later to see if they were interested in hunting mountain goats. 

He ended up settling for a muskrat. There were many of them at the lake, though most of them were out on the ice, where they could dip into the little holes in the lake's surface to go and scavenge for their weeds and food in the icy waters, before popping back up onto the ice shelf to eat. They were safe from him there, as they were light enough to sit on the ice without worrying about falling in. But he managed to find a lodge, where a muskrat had come ashore and had managed to cut it off before it could escape back into the water. It wasn't his first choice for a meal, but it would have to do. 

He had still not met Kukutux- but had been doing what he could to drop off food relatively nearby her dwelling in caches for Sialuk to find. Finally, though, he wondered if he might not be permitted to approach a bit more closely, the area where he knew the two females lived. He had not been invited, but he thought if he came with an offering, he might be received without hostility. He was curious to see this Kukutux, having only ever heard her voice in a mourning song, and in the pack's claiming howl. 

So with careful footsteps he crept closer, until he could see a pale figure clutching a bright red pelt between her forelegs outside of the den. It wasn't Sialuk- but a fair, creature he assumed would be their Moon. He paused, still some distance away, and called out with a quiet chuff to see if he might be permitted to approach.