Duskfire Glacier punilivik

The white wolf journeyed towards the glacier from one of the old camps, having stopped there with @Sakhmet to show off what Moonglow had built, even temporarily, and to warm one-another within one of the ulaqs that Kukutux had left behind; they stayed the night there, and in the morning spent hours lost to one another's passion.

The afternoon dragged on and by early evening, as the sky tipped towards darkness, they were on the move again. Frolicking in the snow — so far as a warrior of Tartok could frolic — and enjoying the splendor of the massive sheet of ice as it rose against mountains.

As the pair neared the edge of what would be the glacier's village, Kigipigak tipped his head back and called to those within. He did not call for anyone in particular, as the thought to do so slipped from his mind. It had only been about a week since the shared hunts and the celebration that united villages; he was confident that the Duskfire wolves would remember him.