Duskfire Glacier We'll see creation come undone

The voice of a stranger sounded upon their borders and the large northern wolf carried himself there as swiftly as his paws would allow.

As Issorartuyok approached the figure, he noted her unique coloring, the softness of her pelt accompanied by touches of autumn oranges. She was fair and lovely to look at, but the large male did not want to offend her, did not want to drive her from their village before she had met its people.

The drama with the young girl Makatza still hung in his mind as the northerner approached and nodded his head in greeting. Hello, I am Issorartuyok… a village leader here. How might I help you? the man offered her in a deep voice; warmth glowed from his simple smile and earthy gaze. It would be pleasant to add another member to their people. It would be just what the glacier needed.