Bitterroot Valley katmiksuk ⦕

Today, Tuulu followed the river away from the glacier. Hunting was not something he would turn down if he came upon another sick caribou, able to be taken out by one wolf, but neither was he actively seeking out a target. 

He hadn't been sure why he wandered today, other than sometimes, he just needed to. 

The river brought him around a mountain and then forked. The northerner chose to follow the stream east, and eventually it brought him towards a valley.

Just ahead, he saw two forms near the water. He slowed his pace and stopped when he reached a respectful distance. An inspection of their scent told him they were from the same village as Kigipigak. He chuffed to announce his presence but said nothing else.