Neverwinter Forest pinuksak

The growing concern he held for Sakhmet's whereabouts left him with an uncertain sort of energy. It felt as if he were on a hunt, except he could not see, hear, or scent a single thing to lead him towards his quarry.

He kept taking great whiffs of the air and remained on high-alert for possible predators as well, in case the cat which had nearly killed him had somehow found its way to her instead, or now stalked in wait for him, to finish the job it had started. He felt as if he were being pulled in every direction at once - and still, there was no sign of her.

His calls faded and left him listening to the wind, or to the croaking of toads and the humming of bugs. Not once did anyone call back to him - and certainly not Sakhmet. Kigipigak would not allow himself to falter in his trust that she would return to him. The innate pride he held for himself refused to let doubt become too strong.

And when a dark shape slunk quietly from among the trees, Kigipigak thought he had won after all. Within the shadows of the forest the wolf did not keep a warm, ruddy tone as he was used to seeing upon Sakhmet; but they moved cleanly, as if they knew the area, and from a distance Kigipigak thought it was her - that his hunt was at an end.

It wasn't until they were closer that Kigipigak realized his mistake; this was a young man. Kigipigak refused to be disheartened for long.

I am searching for a woman. He went on to explain.

She is dark-coated, sometimes with red if the light is right. And she is smaller than me, he thinks quickly of their great difference in height and bulk - about half of me, and sharp. Have you seen anyone like that..?