Nimbus Summit Nukadlik

The best growled back with a voice that the wolf had never heard. Issorartuyok stiffened, drawing his head up high. The mountain was their’s. He did not have any intention of allowing a creature of this sort test those boundaries. She was not upon their land, but she was close enough to be of concern to the northerner and his people.

Issorartuyok bristled, slightly. He did not wish to fight if he did not have to. Spilling blood upon their land before it had even been claimed seemed a foolish thing to do. In truth, the northerner was tired after days of travel. It had taken a great deal of his strength and his spirit to cross the mountains as many times as they did. For that reason, he pushed forward another two steps.

You must leave. These grounds are claimed by my village. We have traveled far and we will not have trespassers in our new home. A last attempt at being diplomatic.