Silver Moraine like a waterfall, my tears dropped to the floor, the floor

It was a good plan. Alone against something that size, a wolf would no doubt struggle and more than likely fail in the end, which was something Kigipigak could not afford. He could draw its attention long enough for the stranger to get some cuts in though; then maybe try to tear at it himself while it reeled, and bled.

He nodded to the woman and began to circle the target, letting out some barks or snarls to keep it distracted, so that when it turned away from the stranger she could do her work. She appeared healthy and moved quickly, giving Kigipigak the idea that this was not the first time she had done such a thing.

It was fortunate for him, and for his hungry family hidden away, that they had crossed paths in a place once so empty of game.