Permafrost Hollows kiluktuk

The wolf went on to stare at him. Tulimaq advanced without worry, letting the bristle of his nape warn them of the danger he carried within himself.

There was a careful movement by the shadow that exposed a piece of their throat; a peace offering perhaps. It did not slow Tulimaq in any way. He came in quite close and drew breath, gathering the wild scent of the stranger and tasting the air for illness.

He was pleased with what he found. A low rumble of approval came next, deepening to something closer to appreciation and invitation. His tail raised and flagged, whipping once at the air. If the shadow wished to do the same he was welcome.