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Further south Kigipigak went. There were no signs of cat-scent, bear-scent, or anything of the sort which might beg caution from the man. Neither did he find Sakhmet's path, but he did not relent in his hunt for her. He took respite within the woods, spending a night beneath familiar stars but without any company.

In the morning Kigipigak thought of finding breakfast for all of five minutes, only to ignore the subtle pang of hunger in his gut, favoring the ache in his chest that had been present since noticing Sakhmet's absence. He emerged from the forest out of a southerly path between the trees in time to see the sun's glare cut by another mountain range; this one flat and wide.

This time the man's approach was sluggish, as he had not slept well, if at all. Kigipigak stopped only when the pack scent caught in his nose, telling him to be wary, to slow down. He paused and then sucked in a breath, having found no sign of the girl.