Qeya River nivaktuk

The riverside had become a proper camp to the married couple. Kigipigak had spent some time clearing patches along the water's edge for fishing, which he toiled at most mornings, and otherwise patrolled the length of the river so that he could continue to map the layout of his home - their home.

It could be that, now. Knowing that Mahler had left Rivenwood - and either left the surviving forest wolves leaderless, or disbanded entirely - meant that there would be more resources for Kigipigak's family. It also meant the threat of future attacks was diminished, given that the wolves of Ursus would have no reason to target the bypass.

He caught himself thinking about the many opportunities he'd had in life. As he marked a tree, he thought of the days he had spent hunting for Mahler; as he moved on through snow melt, he imagined what it might've been like to align fully with the glacier wolves of Duskfire; but none of it mattered now.

Everything the man did now was to protect Sakhmet and the future they would have together. It was certain now, for him, that this was where he was meant to be.