Duskfire Glacier cry, my dear.. but do not bleed

There was a new scent upon the glacier’s land, one that had not been there before.

The northerner had recognized most of the fragrances that had been found on the edge of their claim. He had made a habit of patrolling throughout the day, keeping their borders touched and marked. There had been calls from visitors, he had heard one or two of them. The large male had only had the opportunity to answer one for himself. The rest of his time was spent fortifying their caches, filling them with prey, expanding their stores so that they could be fit for the snow.

Issorartuyok had been working on one of the larger storage spaces when he had caught the new scent. It drew his dark muzzle from the earth and pulled his eyes toward a figure he was certain had not been in their ranks before.

The northerner chuffed, a small greeting to alert her of his presence.