Duskfire Glacier prospero

The scent of the white wolf, and the formations of her camps, had vanished from the taiga.

Tulimaq wound through them in the early morning as he made his way, finding the caches they had built empty and their scents depleted. He did not know where they had gone — which direction specifically — as there were more scents here than before; others which led towards the glacier. Perhaps they'd celebrated their hunting or had a send-off from their allies.

He moved on from the valley camp and descended towards the range of frozen earth and rising mountain, not so much awed by the glacier as he was appreciative of the sight of it. He came upon the borders of a claim where the scents were stronger, and knew his assumption was correct. It was here he paced, studying for a weakness.