Snowforest Taiga [feast] Act natural, whatever that means for you.

The feast was finally underway.

Kigipigak moved between various piles of meat: some was aged and drawn across a sleeve of bark, in the style of Kukutux' people; there were whole heads of caribou arrayed across stones, pine boughs piled beneath haunches of meat on display, and various entrails arranged in the snow so they would not immediately spoil.

Around these feeding points were Moonglow and Duskfire wolves. Some ate, some were conducting light-hearted conversation, and still some were milling on the fringes, perhaps too weighed by grief to do much else. It wasn't as rowdy as Kigipigak had anticipated their celebration to be — but the night was still young.