Totoka River When the lights go up

After taking some time to heal and to think, Kigipigak made up his mind. He told @Shikoba that he would be traveling away from the hunter's camp for a day or two before his departure, to make sure she had someone else take over his patrols of the herd.

When he departed it was at the crack of dawn one morning. The pearlescent pink shell clutched between his teeth. Kigipigak moved across the marsh until it terminated alongside a ravine, found a shallow point across that, and journeyed beyond, to where the air became rich with salt and he thought he could hear sea birds.

His goal was to find Njord and return the shell to him. It had been childish of Kigipigak to take the thing as a trophy; it had been childish for either man to become so enflamed that they would fight for no reason, too. Without knowing where the man made his camp except the basics (that he was a coastal wolf), Kigipigak was intent on scouring the northern beaches for signs of the redtail.

Kigipigak's hunt appeared to have come to an end as he followed a winding river. There was no sign of the man, but someone else had come trailing through the area recently. He tracked them until the snow thinned; a narrow golden body was perched on the edge of the river, and Kigipigak boofed around the shell as a greeting.

It was only then he realized the stranger's head was submerged. After a few seconds they reared up and back, spraying frigid water everywhere; it was a bold way to fish, if that was the goal. Kigipigak snorted softly, the shell preventing him from his usual laughter, and made his way closer.