Phoenix Maplewood kupp ikutak ⊛

After some searching Kigipigak could declare this place free of caribou. If any had dawdled in the shade he likely would have missed their presence; the sick ones were quiet, unbalanced, and easy to miss given their likeness to withered winter trees.

As he moved to the north once more with the intention to return to Duskfire village, or at least one of the camps of Moonglow, he had to stop. A small voice carried among the trees: it called out names that Kigipigak recognized.

Intrigued by this, Kigipigak shifted his trajectory and his speed, hiking around one copse or another, until a bundle of golden fur met his eye.

The child called, Vairë! Wilwarin!

Kigipigak swept closer, remaining alert in case other adults were nearby. He called back, Do not worry, I am here! Kigipigak's booming voice was bright and as friendly as he could make it, and he hoped he did not startle the child. You are far from camp! How impressive! Cue his usual grin, and a wave of his tail.