Duskfire Glacier Katimak

The large male passed along the familiar course until his paws had taken them to his fullest cache of prey. It had been stocked as well as he could manage before his journey with Meerkat. He’d filled it with an odd assortment of meats that had been hunted or found abandoned. None of it reeked of the death smell that had been carried on the deer. As he unearthed the cache, the man listened to Lane speak about the boys who had been left behind. She worried for them.

Issorartuyok pulled out a meaty leg piece and placed it at her paws with a small bow.

I fear the boys will not accept me in their father’s place, now that he has passed. The Moonwoman who visits us told me that boys who have lost their father carry anger in their hearts, that they will not heal unless it is desired, Issorartuyok voiced to Lane. His eyes were fixed worriedly on the distant trees. He could not help but feel that the sons of Wintersbane would come for his position and they would not be happy that he held it. Why shouldn’t they, after all?

I fear they will not wish for healing, but to avenge their father. I fear they will be desperate and wild things unless they are shown that they are cared for by the village. That we are all one.