Qeya River mysterious as the dark side of the moon

It wasn't the familiar scent of his rival that brought Kigipigak prowling from the edge of the wood, but the potential for a meal fresh out of the river. The chill of winter was prevalent but to Kigipigak it held a lesser bite; he had been monitoring the riverside with some skepticism until this morning, and turned his attention away from the water when he caught two silhouettes approaching.

Then, he heard the chuff. It helped Kigipigak to zero-in on the pair as he approached, eyes wide at first and then squinting, scowling lightly, because there wasn't just Njord here but another wolf with him.

Who is this? Kigipigak's voice carried. He looked over the boy with a quick glance and then eyed Njord as if, somehow, he could not be trusted. This boy coming along was not a part of the original deal; although Kigipigak wouldn't turn him away yet, given that he was desperate for more hunters.