Bitterroot Valley Arjunaruk

While the scarred warrior was nowhere to be found, Kigipigak did not stop following her trail. It led towards one of the camps where Nyra was known for getting treated for her wounds; if she had fresh ones, that was where she would most likely go. Kigipigak only worried after her — if there was danger here, he needed to know. If she was struggling to hunt for herself, he needed to know that to.

He was on-edge as he roamed the valley. The sight of something large and dark against the snow made him lurch to a stop, and then veer onwards, until he was close enough to see the red lining her throat.

Despite being alone, he thought she looked well cared for. Strong, healthy. Not the look of a packless wolf by any measure. Kigipigak called out with a low sound as he resumed his patrol towards the camp, hoping to intercept her.