Phoenix Maplewood Noahtakmiut

It was the second time that the scout had denied him. Issorartuyok exhaled deeply, disappointed to be told no for a second time. The girl stated that she had accepted a watcher’s role over her village’s children. The northerner regarded her with a steady stare, wishing to ask if she was more prone to scouting or if she had more experience tending to the young, watching over pups.

It was Meerkat who had the question, however.

The girl asked for his reason, wanting to know why Issorartuyok would abandon the comforts of his home to seek something that carried no guarantee. The northerner nodded his head slowly, filling his lungs with a deep breath.

We are wolves who listen to the spirits, Issorartuyok explained to her carefully. The village where I was born was close with the spirits of the land. Sometimes the spirits will lead you, sometimes they will guide you. I was named leader dog. I follow the spirit of the wind as it carries me to my fate.

When Issorartuyok set his dark brown eyes upon the glacial scout, he offered her a curt smile.

What tells you to stay and care for the puppies? What is it that made Meerkat a scout?