Duskfire Glacier A place that we both call disaster relief

From over the hill came a pale man. He dragged a large bird by the neck, then dropped it where he stood, upon seeing the pair. He heard the words and chuffed softly.

Someone did once live here, he called to the older of the pair. The man was wreathed in bronze, and marred by scars. Kigipigak sat back; he couldn't recall ever meeting these wolves before but he may have, once.

They were not of the north. That much is clear.

The herds grew sick and so they left. Who are you? Kigipigak looked from the man to the girl and back, but did not close the distance.