Sunset Valley swison

Skipping Nyra with permission!

His warning had barely left his lips before a caribou came drifting in the snow, close to the wild girl, who compensated in time. The sight of this did not disturb Kigipigak visually but he felt his stomach churn and muscles tense, ready to chase and snap in that thunderous moment; but he was not needed to. The caribou moved away from them and off among its group.

Kigipigak had almost missed the answer by the girl. She was not put-off by the potential calamity of hooves, and stood there waiting, rattled but patient.

The other two were conspiratorial together, hunkered behind her, more affected by the sight of their friend being nearly trampled than anything. Kigipigak made his judgements swiftly.

It is not a good time, he called out so that the young wolves, and Nyra also, could hear him clearly. His voice booming, spurring more caribou to move away from them until it was a touch quieter.

We are monitoring them. They are sick, and they have young with them. It is a time to observe and learn. If you can keep your distance well then you may join us — but do not get close. He looked directly upon the eager girl as he said this, the command chiefly for her own sake. The mirth usually found in his eyes had vanished and he looked ever more a part of the glacier.

Between the lot of them, Kigipigak was the healthiest; then Nyra, even with her many healing wounds, and then these girls who boasted no experience. No, this would not be a hunt unless something could change his mind. He would not do the work for them.