Sunset Valley It might've been the neighbor's kid, but I have my suspicions.

After his talk with the boy, Tulimaq moved on across the taiga. He watched the sky transition between shades of gray and nearly black, with how overcast it had become, and by the time he had traveled across the valley a cold rain had begun to fall.

He passed by something snow-covered and presumably, frozen. The smell was close enough to meat to draw his attention but there was a wrongness to it which made him wary upon approach, and when Tulimaq began to dig through the snow and the hard earth to investigate it, he saw why.

A caribou calf had fallen here. It looked to have a broken neck — but upon closer inspection, it was a thinning of the meat and sagging of the flesh, now made hard by the ice. It looked to have starved; he could see no wounds upon it.