Whitebark Stream I cut my bangs with some rusty kitchen scissors

Lane, he repeated to himself inwardly. The name was not one he would have anticipated from her. Then again, there had been few wolves of the north that he had met in his travels. The names of his village were not shared globally and Issorartuyok knew that he could not be quite so close-minded.

I have met one other from the glacier. A scout named Meerkat, the northerner informed her with a proud stance. Issorartuyok was pleased to have found himself in the company of wolves from the same village. I am called Issorartuyok. The northern wolf bowed his head.