Firefly Glen piiyaktuk argiksuk

set around the 8th

This was a place he had not been before. Kigipigak had followed his whims - and the telltale scent of wild game - until he was surrounded by toothy mountain ranges, river scent, and wild grown forest.

The forest was different here; broken by chunks of stone that looked to have crumbled from one of the mountains, with bunches of broken growth now layered with moss, fungus, or discolored from weather.

As he worked his way along an animal path, Kigipigak felt his paw catch on a smooth stone that was wider than his foot. His claws scraped something hard, and when he drew it back, away came some weeds.

Beneath him was a partially obscured skeleton. Flesh had been picked clean of it. Skin had rotted away where it was exposed to air, but the act of stepping on the skull as he did caused a disturbance - enough to bother a swarm of flies enough to rise up and surround him.