Qeya River arjuni-akt-i

"It is weak and so it should be culled," Kigipigak asserted, giving voice to the way that Lane had also been taught. 

"This is known," Lane agreed, following his statement with the traditional words that she had been taught as a child. This was they way of the wolf, and it was good and righteous. 

Lane nodded, smiling at the title he used for her despite having zero idea of its translation. It was probably some token of respect, she supposed. She made a note to ask one of the northerners, when she returned the to Glacier's borders. 

"Our first, and hopefully our last!" Lane laughed, rousing to his high-spirited demeanor. His attitude was as contagious as any prion disease. She would look forward to seeing the final result, when Kukutux was finished preserving the hide. 

Now to business. 

"We should descend the hill over there..." Lane suggested, gesturing with her paw. Her scout trade may have been secondary to her medic trade, but she still knew this land very well. "..Rather than here. The snow conceals boulders on this side of the hill." Other than that, the hunt should be a straightforward one. The hoofed beast was unlikely to put up much of a fight.