Nimbus Summit you preyed on my innocence, tried to bury my name

The northern man heard the call and did not linger where he stood any longer. The wolf turned to the summoning call and hurried toward whoever had found themselves upon their village borders. The ground had become easier on his paws. The stretch of woodland near the base of the mountain was now familiar to the notherner. 

Drawing toward a grey-clad woman, Issorartuyok nodded his head in greeting. 

Greetings. This is Atautsikut and I am the village leader Issorartuyok. How might I assist you? The man’s voice was deep, but he stood as a welcoming giant. There was a guardedness to his deep brown gaze, but warmth dwelled in their depths.