Moonsong Glacier Tiqriganiannig

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There was a dreadful squawk from a bird that circled far overhead. As the northerner continued along his path, he cast his gaze to the skies and watched the steady weaving that the feathered animal made. For a moment, Issorartuyok wondered if the flyer had found a prey animal that had not been finished off. The northerner pressed his nose to the ground and drank heavily in the scents around him.

It was the wind that carried the fragrance of another wolf. Issorartuyok drew his broad skull upward and squinted into the brush of cold wind, scanning the glacier for any signs of the concealed hunter.

When Issorartuyok could not locate the figure, he lifted his muzzle to the air and issued a quiet howl of greeting. The deep song filled the immediate air and was carried by the touch of autumn wind. When the northerner had lowered his gaze, it was to search again.