Bitterroot Valley kiira-k ikug-luk

As the first flakes of snow found their way between the antlers of the caribou, or touched upon the shoulder of the wolf, there came a sound.

They both heard it - though it was the caribou which reacted with more urgency. The sight of the white wolf pushed the caribou off its path and away, afraid.

The wolf wanted to ignore the words being spoken, but they were familiar, and as such they were unexpected here. He passed where the caribou had veered and continued hiking across the snow, seeking the voice.

A woman took shape soon after. He watched her overtly, while listening to the progress of the prey as it escaped for the time being.