Golden Glade Mitsik

The woman chuffed her greeting and drew to approach him.

Issorartuyok regarded her warmly, though his features still carried signs of his thoughts. The man could not settle on one thing. There was a heavy weight on his chest. He was not fond of the feeling, though he could not imagine what might make it go away. Perhaps, if he was to return and speak with Meerkat, he could make things better.

The northerner thought of Antha’s words, too. It troubled him to be faced with such things.

Do you believe it is a blessing or an omen that there are no wolf smells in these lands? he asked quietly. If he was to help lead their people to the mountain, across great stretches of winter terrain, he needed it to be the right choice. Issorartuyok did not know what he would do if disaster struck them when they had arrived to their new home.