Dawnlark Plains VI

There was a second call, some hours ago.

Then the white wolf came. He dragged something - Tulimaq thought it odd, why not leave the kill where it fell, and then draw the wolves to it? That was the most efficient way to feed one's pack. He was sivullik and so he knew best.

As he approached, something was off about this. As he drew near enough to see the silvered body - tarry and black with mud, streaked with reds also, missing pieces - he recognized the body for what it was.

Bristling, rumbling lowly, Tulimaq advanced upon Augur and his deceased ally as if the boy was the culprit, and yet as he came to rest beside Kanuk, he stilled there, and glowered.

There was no sign of who did this, or why; only death, and of one so dear to him.