Duskfire Glacier moth to a flame

The news that Wintersbane had been grievously injured had not yet reached the ears of the fierce northerner. He had spent his days dutifully tending to the borders of the glacier and working diligently to increase their prey caches for the cold months. Already, autumn had shifted into a chilly state. Each day filled the skies with heavy clouds and frigid winds carried promise of winter upon its breath.

On that day, Issorartuyok had filled his time with hunting. He had created a large meat storage site where he had deposited several bodies of prey, filling the stores as high as he could. If he was to be preparing to travel with the young scout, he knew that he would need to leave the village with plenty of food and stocks to keep them strong. Two wolves venturing from the claimed land meant that they would not be as powerful. Issorartuyok wished to keep the village in perfect order, even in their absence.

Ahead, a familiar shape fell into sight. The northerner drew his broad skull upward and chuffed out a greeting to the scout, hoping that he might slow her pace. Meerkat looked to be deep in her thoughts. As Issorartuyok approached, trotting swiftly, he wondered what might have been troubling the younger woman.

Glacier scout, you move on swift paws, the large male boomed in greeting.