Permafrost Hollows kiluktuk

With the flight of the birds came something else: a more terrestrial body racing from cover, spooked in the manner of a deer. Tulimaq thought it could be a fox having waited for a change to escape.

He lunged after it and stopped short almost immediately, bristling. It was larger than a fox; darker too. Wide-eyed and filled with nervous energy. If Tulimaq wanted he could have barrelled on, grabbed them, pinned them.

They did not look much like a threat to him, though. Scared and by virtue of that fear, weak. He rumbled a warning for them to stay still and advanced towards them with deliberate steps, stashing the earlier malevolence reserved for the foxes.

He wanted to know where this one had been, among other things.