Nova Peak [m]elancholic winter

The mountain stood alone against a backdrop of white noise. It was impossible for Kigipigak to tell if there was more to the chain than this singular peak, but he was mightily distracted as well.

The pair had left the tangle. Sakhmet had told him of the red-furred girl, the nearby packs; this coincided with his own tale of a coastal pack that he had come upon, but he did not tell her of the failed deer chase. It was enough that they were on the move again.

Kigipigak had found a spot at the base of the mountain to make their next camp. They slept bundled together until the morning, when he awakened to an emptiness; she was not there with him, and immediately, groggily, he rose to find her.

Her path drifted through the snow and away, but he found it and he followed. Her scent was strongly enticing, but the man did not know why it should be this way, and he did not see a reason to wonder.

He found her near a snowdrift and with a crooning note, sought her silhouette.