Duskfire Glacier iqaluk

The pale wolf tore at his fish and regarded Issorartuyok with a careful and watchful gaze. He had the look of a warrior about him, that was certain. The eldest Tatkret had fought many like him before – wild-fanged wayfarers who would draw too close to the village in search of meats. Issorartuyok wondered if this was the kinsman that Kukutux had spoken of, her invaluable hunter.

The pale stranger offered his apologies for the loss of Wintersbane and Tzila. Issorartuyok bowed his head and nodded solemnly.

It is a tragic loss. They left two young boys behind. Boys who will never understand, he voiced in a grave tone. Issorartuyok still was not certain what he should do about Ensio and Arius. He wanted them to know that the village would support them, that they would still be cared for. He did not know if this would cross a line with the young wolves.

How has the hunting fared for you? Before I had left, there was a sickness in the deer. It has not troubled you?