Phoenix Maplewood Pâk

The northerner did not stop his pace until he had left the glacier behind him and had delved deep into an unknown forest. Issorartuyok could not help but wish that he knew the surrounding territories better. He felt he had wasted his time in the glacier – a home that he had worked to know and would leave behind him.

As the man drew in the fragrance of wolves on the wind, he drew his head upward to gauge how far they were. It would be some time yet before he found claimed territory, he believed. There were hints of travelers, of wolves who carried a similar fragrance. Issorartuyok pressed his nose to the earth, hoping to draw out the familiar scent of @Heda or @Ensio. @Tuuluuwaq’s smell was not in the woodland.

Issorartuyok lifted his head and howled out to them.