Permafrost Hollows savakti

it was the man from the caribou hunt.
heda approached with a confidence born of familiarity. he was among the forest trees, and she happily slipped after him. the place was like rivenwood but not; heda traveled beneath the branches with alacrity, following in the hunter's footsteps.
she did not speak. time on the taiga had given her an appreciation for long silences. and with druid back home, heda was alone here now. 
she woofed softly to the other wolf when she had come close, tail waving with the deference of a young creature. her ears stood forward after a moment; she looked curiously at the way the scar cut across his face.