Dawnlark Plains apijuq

Indeed, as the countless white snowflakes fell, an almost otherworldly, peaceful silence blanketed the land. The Tundrian knew it well. She had experienced it many times before. It was in such a time, that the whole world was still, holding it's breath. And that in it, in it's vastness, were just the two wolves. 

While it saddened her not to see the great herds of elk and caribou that usually populated this land, another part of her welcomed the peace. The season had her energy turned up high. The cold weather and the chilled flakes falling on her coat excited her. For a moment, she almost wanted to turn to her companion and encourage him to run with her, gleefully in the snow.

"Anything is better than nothing." She murmured her agreement. "A little extra food will serve them well when it comes time for them to leave." With her coat peppered in snow, Keyni busily searched, trying to pick up a scent trail. She had better luck when she came across two sets of tracks, leading down a gentle hill. "There. Let's see where those lead."