Snowforest Taiga aggun ≓

It seemed that adults brought nothing but disappointment in Kausiut's life lately.

During her time at the plateau that little, ugly, spiteful puppy had grown into a larger, hardly any prettier older version. Entering teenage months had not improved Kausiut's character. If possible, it had made it worse. She was fiercely independent to the point of stupidity, but deep inside she realized that she still needed adults for food, shelter and protection. That there were bigger things in life that her willpower alone could not yet conquer.

This made her angry constantly. The only time there was not smoke fuming from her ears and that frown of hers disappeared from her youthful features was, when she slept.

Once awake everyone was to blame for all the things that went wrong. And this decision to move again had upset and unsettled her deeply. She had distanced herself from the preparation work, as if turning her head away could make the inevitable fact disappear. It was very likely that most of the pack would be happy to leave this impersonation of devil himself here, and she would not mind were it not for that fear of being truly, really left behind.

Therefore on the last day, she set aside one particularly dear treasure of hers and hid everything else under a heap of snow. With her mummified fish in her jaws, she mournfully followed the pack on their long way back to their original home.