Bitterroot Valley kiira-k ikug-luk

While he toiled against the terrain, the woman bolted forth to chase the caribou.

The creature was a ways ahead and was using the distance created by his distraction to the fullest extent; so when the white wolf sought it, the caribou did not deviate from its path and moved cleanly away, avoiding the depths.

The wolf grumbled sourly and came upon the spot the white wolf had prowled earlier, cutting opposite her path, so that they could scissor towards the target — but it was no use. The tired thing had outpaced them.

A curse left his lips and the wolf, panting, stopped his chase. It was no good now and he knew it.