Frostfire Ridge something for the soul

a red ear swivels back as she hears someone approach. though the scent is of Moonglow, and the voice is of a man whom shikoba secretly grows fond for. the brush against her shoulder is welcomed, and even brings a little shiver over her body. as he settles next to her, sulfuric eyes settle on his larger figure beside her smaller one.

upon his question, the native shakes her head. "not yet, but shikoba will see kukutux about hunts. caribou fast and may need glacier wolves help." while shikoba has full trust within her tribe to be able to take down prey, it may tighten the bonds with duskfire glacier to bring down blood together. a bonding experience, something to tighten the allyship with. "inutsuk know of hunting large animals?" she is curious of this man's talent, hopeful that he will be an asset in bringing down the game. sivullik is swift, but strength can lack in such a small frame.

a small exhale, smoke exudes from her mouth as if she were a dragon. winter is a a harsh element for a wolf born to only know eternal summer. yet, she will survive as she always has. so long as Moonglow stands behind her, shikoba will remain strong.